Help Mis Breathe Again
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Dear Friends, Family, and Kind Souls,
I hope this message finds you well in heart, mind, and spirit. Today, I'm reaching out to share a deeply personal chapter of my life with you, in the hopes that you might consider joining my fight for a second chance at life:
As some of you may know, back in 2014, I was diagnosed with Sarcoidosis of the lungs—a condition that irreversibly affects my ability to breathe, to fill my lungs with air, to feel alive in the truest sense of the word. For years, I've battled this silent monster that steadily encroaches upon my body, impacting not just me but also the loved ones who have stood by my side throughout this ordeal. Despite the courageous fight, my health has reached a critical point; I am now in urgent need of a double lung transplant.
My journey, however, has been anything but linear. It has been a turbulent odyssey filled with countless medical appointments, ER visits, hospital stays, and heart-wrenching conversations with my children about the uncertainty of their dad's future. Each mile driven for a doctor's visit, every hospital room I've stayed in, each pill swallowed, they all tell a story—a story of struggle, hope, and unconditional love.
The transplant operation, a medical marvel in its own right, comes with inherent risks, a lengthy recovery period, and an avalanche of out-of-pocket expenses that my insurance won't cover. From the 2-hour drives to my specialist appointments to the inevitable hotel stays for pre- and post-operation, to nourishing meals that fuel my fight, and to a mountain of prescription medications—each aspect of this journey bears a financial weight.
Here's where you come in.
I understand that life is an intricate tapestry of financial responsibilities, dreams, and crises for each one of us. Things are harder now than ever. However, if you find it in your heart to contribute even a small amount, your generosity could create ripples of change, culminating in a wave that helps carry me and my family to safer shores.
But beyond the immediate need for the transplant, there is another wish that weighs heavy on my heart—a wish to make lasting memories with my children while I still possess the strength to laugh, to hug, and to look into their eyes without the looming shadow of a hospital room.
There is a very real possibility that I may not survive the surgery, or that my time post-operation could be painfully short. So, before I face this monumental life event, I yearn for the opportunity to build a trove of memories that my children can forever hold close, especially if I'm not there to hold them myself.
So, I humbly ask you to consider helping me in two profound ways:
Donate whatever you can to alleviate the crushing financial burden of this life-saving transplant.
Share this message across your networks, because sometimes hope finds its way in the most unexpected places.
From the depths of my vulnerable heart to yours, thank you for taking the time to read my story. Your support, in any form, is a beacon that guides me through this dark tunnel, towards a flicker of light that I so desperately need.
With eternal gratitude,
Mis
I hope this message finds you well in heart, mind, and spirit. Today, I'm reaching out to share a deeply personal chapter of my life with you, in the hopes that you might consider joining my fight for a second chance at life:
As some of you may know, back in 2014, I was diagnosed with Sarcoidosis of the lungs—a condition that irreversibly affects my ability to breathe, to fill my lungs with air, to feel alive in the truest sense of the word. For years, I've battled this silent monster that steadily encroaches upon my body, impacting not just me but also the loved ones who have stood by my side throughout this ordeal. Despite the courageous fight, my health has reached a critical point; I am now in urgent need of a double lung transplant.
My journey, however, has been anything but linear. It has been a turbulent odyssey filled with countless medical appointments, ER visits, hospital stays, and heart-wrenching conversations with my children about the uncertainty of their dad's future. Each mile driven for a doctor's visit, every hospital room I've stayed in, each pill swallowed, they all tell a story—a story of struggle, hope, and unconditional love.
The transplant operation, a medical marvel in its own right, comes with inherent risks, a lengthy recovery period, and an avalanche of out-of-pocket expenses that my insurance won't cover. From the 2-hour drives to my specialist appointments to the inevitable hotel stays for pre- and post-operation, to nourishing meals that fuel my fight, and to a mountain of prescription medications—each aspect of this journey bears a financial weight.
Here's where you come in.
I understand that life is an intricate tapestry of financial responsibilities, dreams, and crises for each one of us. Things are harder now than ever. However, if you find it in your heart to contribute even a small amount, your generosity could create ripples of change, culminating in a wave that helps carry me and my family to safer shores.
But beyond the immediate need for the transplant, there is another wish that weighs heavy on my heart—a wish to make lasting memories with my children while I still possess the strength to laugh, to hug, and to look into their eyes without the looming shadow of a hospital room.
There is a very real possibility that I may not survive the surgery, or that my time post-operation could be painfully short. So, before I face this monumental life event, I yearn for the opportunity to build a trove of memories that my children can forever hold close, especially if I'm not there to hold them myself.
So, I humbly ask you to consider helping me in two profound ways:
Donate whatever you can to alleviate the crushing financial burden of this life-saving transplant.
Share this message across your networks, because sometimes hope finds its way in the most unexpected places.
From the depths of my vulnerable heart to yours, thank you for taking the time to read my story. Your support, in any form, is a beacon that guides me through this dark tunnel, towards a flicker of light that I so desperately need.
With eternal gratitude,
Mis
Organizer and beneficiary
Misael Cooper
Organizer
Des Moines, IA
Katy Williams
Beneficiary