The Goal was on auto mode, starts low and builds (it was recommended) i have changed it to the original fixed goal, sorry for any confusion.

Molly’s Bakehouse: Flour, Fights, Falling Down, Then Rising Again. - the story of molly Molly left home with nothing but a suitcase, a head full of dreams, and a notebook full of recipes. Australia was calling her .

After a year of travelling and working various jobs, she realised she loved this place and wanted to call it home.

Her first months in Broome were a testing series of events. Commercial Kitchen vanished like magic, mixers and fridges broke, power outages at the worst possible moments, and rent prices made her consider living in a cardboard box . But Molly? She kept going.

She believed in dough, cinnamon scrolls, coffee, and, stubbornly, in herself.

She started with a tiny stall at the Broome markets. Selling only Cinnamon scrolls. That was it. But there was magic in her hands and warmth in her smile. Slowly but surely, she added pastries, cakes, and custom birthday creations.

The stall grew, and so did her reputation—not just as a baker, but as someone who cared. Molly’s generosity was relentless. She wandered Broome, giving bread to people sleeping on the street. She delivered treats to hospitals, police stations, and to youth center opposite her cafe. If someone couldn’t pay, she smiled and said, “It’s on me.”

Rainy market days didn’t stop her; neither did Christmas, nor the four months she spent completely shut down when her kitchen was unfortunately lost.

She kept baking in her mind, dreaming bigger, kneading hope like dough. And then finally, a café.

The perfect oppurtunity to showcase her passion and skill had arrived... Beautiful pastries, perfect coffee, and that famous Molly smile that made everyone feel at home. But life, as always, had other plans.

The café opened at the end of the busy season. Funds were low. Days stretched into nights. Molly worked extra hours, counted every cent, and somehow kept her little dream alive.

Then came the invisible storm. At first there was Shoulder pain then Neck pain, progressing to Hands shaking, Night sweats followed by endless tests and amis diagnosing but in the end it didn't matter, the result was still the same heartwrenching shock....cancer .

However if there’s one thing Molly had proven over the years, it’s that she could endure storms—both literal and metaphorical. She had faced down failing kitchens, broken mixers, and market seasons that nearly broke her. She had fed strangers, nurtured a community, and built something from nothing.

Now, facing this new battle, she carried the same fierce spirit forward, the same humor, grit, and heart. Even on the worst days, she can still give joy.

Her café became more than a business; it was a sanctuary. Customers came not just for pastries, but for Molly’s warmth, resilience, and the way she made every person feel seen. And while the diagnosis was devastating, it didn’t erase years of impact. Every loaf she baked, every cake she decorated, every cinnamon scroll she served, had woven her into the fabric of the town.

Molly’s story isn’t just about cancer, or about business struggles, or about bad luck. It’s about relentless hope. About kindness in the face of hardship. About humor when life seems cruel. About the unshakable belief that even when the world feels like it’s closing in, you can still rise—just like dough, just like Molly, with a smile, a little chaos, and a whole lot of heart She had left home for a fresh start, and in the process, she built more than a bakery. She built a community, a legacy, and a reminder that the human spirit—like the perfect pastry—can endure heat, pressure, and time, and still rise beautifully. But even the strongest hearts need space to rest, and even the most determined hands sometimes need help to keep going.

Molly has never been one to ask. Asking has always felt harder than the long hours, the sleepless nights, or even the pain.

She has always believed in giving first, in finding a way, in carrying the weight quietly so others don’t have to. Reaching out like this goes against every instinct she has—but this moment calls for community, the same community she has spent years nourishing. Right now, Molly needs time. Time to pause. Time to heal. Time to focus on treatment, recovery, and her health without the constant fear of losing everything she has built. Keeping the café afloat while undergoing care is an impossible balance, and stepping away—even briefly—comes with costs that don’t stop just because life does. This is why we are reaching out for help. We are asking with hope, for support through a GoFundMe to help keep Molly’s dream alive while she takes the time she needs to receive care. These funds will help cover essential costs, allowing her to close for a short while without losing the café, the business, and the future she fought so hard to create. This isn’t just about a bakery. It’s about preserving a place of warmth, kindness, and connection. It’s about giving back to someone who has quietly given so much. It’s about making sure that when Molly is ready, she can return to the thing she loves most—feeding people, building community, and doing it all with that unmistakable smile.

Asking is hard. But believing in people—that part has always come easily. If you’ve ever shared a cinnamon scroll, felt welcomed on a hard day, or been touched by Molly’s kindness in any form, this is a chance to stand beside her now. To help carry the weight for a moment. To ensure that Molly’s Bakehouse can rise again—and keep bringing you all those delicous treats. With gratitude, love, and hope, Thank you for being part of Molly’s story