I never imagined I would be writing something like this.

I am a wife , mother of eight and a proud grandmother, and for most of my life, everything I’ve done has been for my family. In 2021, I finally accomplished something I had dreamed about for years—I bought my home. It wasn’t just a house… it was stability, safety, and something I could one day leave behind for my children. A place filled with love, memories, laughter, and comfort.

I truly believed I had time.

But life had other plans.

After battling aggressive breast cancer, I am now facing pancreatic cancer. And this time… it’s different. This time, I’m being forced to come to terms with something no mother ever wants to think about—what happens to my children when I’m no longer here.

If I’m being honest, my greatest wish isn’t money. It’s time.

Time to keep making memories.

Time to sit at the dinner table with my children.

Time to laugh, to love, to just be here a little longer.

But I’m also facing a reality that I can’t ignore.

I am terrified that when I’m gone, my children won’t just be grieving their mother… they could also lose the only home they’ve known. The home I worked so hard to give them. The home that was supposed to be their foundation, even after I was gone.

I never thought the “one day” I planned for would come this soon.

So I’m asking—something that is incredibly hard for me—I’m asking for help.

Help me protect the one thing I can still leave behind for my children.

Help me make sure they have a place to stay rooted, to feel safe, to still feel close to me even after I’m gone.

Help me make sure they are not displaced during the most painful time of their lives.

If you can give, I am beyond grateful.

If you can share, it means just as much.

From the bottom of my heart… thank you for helping me fight for my children’s future, even when I may not be here to do it myself.