Help Rocio: A Mom Battling Terminal Cancer

My name is Rocio Gonzalez. I’m 43 years old, and recently, I received the life-changing diagnosis of stage 4 spine cancer. It’s hard to put into words how surreal this journey has been. I’ve always been healthy, active, and full of energy—I loved CrossFit, working out, and staying busy. As a mom of two, my greatest joy has always been spending time with my kids, finding little ways to help others, and being there when someone needed a hand.

In February 2025, I found out I was pregnant, and it was truly the happiest news I’d received in a long time. I had always felt in my heart that I would have another child. Sadly, I miscarried, and the heartbreak of that loss was something I never imagined I’d have to face.

As time passed, I began feeling pain in my back. At first, I thought it was something simple—maybe I just needed an adjustment from a chiropractor. But instead of getting better, the pain grew worse. I went to the doctor several times, went through MRIs, X-rays, countless blood tests. Even though at one point the word “cancer” was mentioned, every test came back looking okay. They told me I had two fractures in my spine that would heal with rest.

But the pain kept growing. I scheduled an appointment with a spine specialist, but in the meantime, I stayed home, hoping to heal. Instead, the pain became unbearable. By March 2025, I couldn’t take it anymore—I called my sister and she rushed me to the ER. That night at EIRMC, after many tests and procedures, I finally got the answer: I had stage 4 cancer.

Hearing those words shattered me. How could I have gone from being healthy and independent to this? For those who know me, you know I’ve always been strong, self-sufficient, and someone who loved taking care of others. Now, I need help just to shower, get dressed, or even eat. It’s been such a humbling and emotional journey, and while I’m deeply grateful for everyone who’s stood by my side—family, friends, and even strangers—there are days when the reality of it all feels overwhelming.

I was hospitalized for 3 weeks after my diagnosis, undergoing tests and procedures I never thought I’d face. During this time, I also didn’t have health insurance. This has added a financial burden to an already difficult situation, on top of being unable to work and being the sole provider for my family.

I’ve never been someone to ask for help, but now I find myself needing it. If it’s in your heart to give, I would be so grateful—whether it’s a donation, a prayer, or simply sharing my story. Every single act of kindness brings hope and light into this challenging time.

I’m endlessly thankful for my kids, my family, my friends, and even those I’ve never met who have shown me love and support. I truly believe that God has the final word, and that miracles happen every day. I continue to pray for healing, for strength, and for peace. Thank you, from the bottom of my heart, for walking this journey with me. I love and appreciate each of you. God bless you.