Hi everyone, this is Mike. I’ve never been someone who asks for help publicly, and this is honestly difficult to write. But still recovering from loosing my career at PRS. I've landed on my feet at Guitar Center Just to update you who've supported me. First of all let me say Thank You. Angel went in for a planned surgery to remove a tumor, possibly two on her liver. She's been fighting this for years, and had a hard time finding a doctor who would work with her, and made her feel herd. Many were dismissive. Finally she found a Dr she felt comfortable with, who would listen to her and encouraged her that if she was going to address this she should do it while she's young and healthy enough to recover. Monday we went in for her surgery and it went as planned. It was 6 hours long and they did it robotically. While she was in surgery the Dr determined that two of the tumors were rooted together and both had to come out. Which was discussed and agreed upon before hand. So as I said the surgery went off like it should have. I was back with Angel around 8:30 in recovery post op. She was in great pain obviously, rated it as a 7 at first. They gave her pain meds and she drifted in and out of sleep while I talked to her for a while. The number did decrease to a 6 and she drifted a sleep. After some time she woke up, it was close to 11:30ish and her pain was greater, it was an 8 and she wanted to readjust in bed. The nurses gave her another pain med and pulled the sheet up in bed lifting her higher. But her condition deteriorated. I noticed she wasn't moving as much, or gripping my hand. Her gaze would drift off and then I heard them discussing her blood pressure. I noticed it was around 80/60. She was sweaty but cold to the touch and her skin was grey and waxy. I was trying to catch her gaze, and squeeze her hand to keep her focused. This started around midnight and as it got closer to 1 her blood pressure dropped even lower, the lowest I saw was 67/44 and then the bp cuff was only showing a single number. The nurses were moving into rapid responses. I mean they were there the whole time, but around 1 they brought in the defibrillator chest pad and I was being pulled out of the recovery room, being told they were prepping the operation room for emergency surgery. I was out in the room next to her, on the other side of the curtain and could hear everything. It wasn't long, I did have several of the staff at UMMC come and keep me company and comfort me. She was rolled out of the room and into surgery at 1 and I went to the waiting area until I got a call from the Dr. At 1:30. The first words out of his mouth were "she's fine, she's going to be alright" She was still open, they hadn't even closed her up yet but he wanted to reach out as soon as he could. I continued to wait in the waiting area until 3 when I saw several of the nurses from the recovery floor that I recognized using the elevator and one gave me the thumbs up. It was like 3:15 so, not many other ppl around. By 3:30 I was able to join her in the SICU where we spent the rest of our stay. Angel woke up with tubes in her mouth and nose and no recollection of what happened. I had to calm her, tell her she had tubes and not to try and talk, kept her calm and still. The breathing tube came out that morning, her breathing was shaky at first. Her body didn't remember to do it automatically a couple of times and alarms went off but her body's instincts kicked in and she returned to normal breathing rate and levels. It was later after that we learned the extent of what happened. Angel had coded as they pulled me away. I don't know how long but all her labs show them as well. She had passed. We learned she received 8 units of blood and 4 units of plasma in a mass transfusion in life saving efforts. I couldn't be more grateful to the staff at UMMC. They were quick, they were aware of the situation and on top of it every step of the way. Even when they were saving her life, there was staff that was there to comfort me. They offered to come down outside when I said I needed fresh air when they took her back in for surgery. Tuesday, first Maddie, and then Meme came to see Angel and I went home to sleep in my bed and take care of Basil who had to go back to school. I logged a couple of hours at work Thursday before going back up to stay with Angel Thursday night. I got her discharged and home on Friday. She's home, and recovering. Each day looks different. Some days she's feeling alright, some days she's very ill. Monday she slept for 20 hours. The next day, she had a bad episode, was pale, nauseous, weak, and barely got back from the bathroom with the shakes. I had to turn around while I was on my way to work. That evening, her ankles/feet swelled up and started itching. Hands itched, just felt awful and then her joints started hurting so much. her wrists/hands, knees, neck and jaw was the worst. she had no energy and was in pain all over now. That was tuesday night. Feeling like death and scared, we had to quickly make our way back up to Baltimore to see the surgeon Wednesday. I've been nervous about taking time off of work for things like this. it's not typical of me, but necissary, and grateful that work has been understanding. she had more blood work done and scheduled an ultrasound. No fever, blood pressure good. They think that she had developed an allergy to the pain meds that she have been taking. So she just switched those and had her ultrasound done today, waiting for results. her joints have calmed down and feet swelling is getting better. she Had some energy earlier, but it doesn't last long and swelling in her abdomen gets worse, as does the pain in the evening. The pain shifts locations a lot. she had a lot of nerves sliced during the second surgery and some are growing back. Corie stayed home with her yesterday and has been so much help taking care of her. She went back to school today, she's almost done senior year. Angel has done better today, just in a lot of pain from the pressing of the ultrasound and has been extremely emotional. from me missing work, we are missing some of my income, and angels income. ontop of new medical expenses piling up quickly we are doing everything we can to stay afloat, but it’s more than we can handle alone right now. This fundraiser is simply to help us get through this rough patch — to get the car out of the garage, take care of medical bills, to keep the bill collectos at bay, and cover essential bills until shes back to work. If you’re able to help, even a little, it would mean the world to us. If you can’t donate, sharing the link helps more than you know. Thank you for reading, and thank you for caring and supporing us. if you don't want to donate here I have cash app, Zelle and PayPal that won't take fees — Mike