Hello, my name is Veronica.

In April 2025, my life changed in ways I never imagined, in an instant. I heard the words no one ever wants to hear: “You have breast cancer.” Not just one, but two forms of breast cancer. The words “Stage Two” echoed in my mind like a bell I could not cease. At the time, it was Stage Two, and I prepared myself for the fight. I gathered my strength and courage. I prayed. I underwent a double mastectomy, believing it would give me the best chance to live. By God’s grace, when I woke from surgery, the news was great-both cancers had been removed, and there was no sign it had spread.

I exhaled for the first time in weeks. But life had another test in store for me. Just a week after surgery, I felt another lump. At first, it was dismissed as post-surgery healing-something not uncommon. But over the next few weeks, When I would feel the lump, it seemed to be getting bigger. My next doctor’s visit I brought up the lump, and he felt the lump. The look on his face said everything before the words even came, stating I am going to order a scan. A biopsy confirmed what I feared: it was cancer again. This time, it was Stage Four.

This journey is especially painful for me because cancer has taken so much already. Cancer has been a thief in my life. It has been a shadow in my family for far too long. I lost my mother to breast cancer when I was 16 years old. I lost my father to cancer when I was 30 years old. I lost my husband to cancer in 2019. Each loss broke me in ways I thought I could never recover from. But here I am, facing it again determined to fight.

Those experiences shaped me into the woman I am today. They taught me resilience, so that even when life knocked me down, I learned how to rise again. They gave me compassion, so I could understand the pain of others and stand with them in their darkest hours. And they deepened my faith, teaching me to believe in God’s strength when my own ran out. Now, facing cancer myself, I carry all of those lessons with me. I am not just fighting for survival-I am fighting to show my son the resilience of the human spirit, the power of faith, and the beauty of never giving up.

I have always been the person who figures things out on my own. Asking for help is not easy for me. My whole life, I’ve been the one who figures it out, who keeps going no matter what, who quietly shoulders the weight without burdening anyone else. But I am leaning into faith. I believe in miracles, and I believe God works through the kindness of others. But this battle has humbled me. It has reminded me that sometimes, surviving requires community. It requires faith. It requires the courage to say, “I need you.”

I am 48 years old. I have an incredible gift from God, my son. He just turned 21 years, full of life, and chasing his dreams. I still have so much more life left to live. More than anything, I want to be here to see him graduate from college, to cheer him on as he steps into his future, and one day to meet his children, my grandchildren and tell them how faithful God has been.

There is a treatment program available- that offers real hope, one designed for aggressive, advanced cancer like mine. It’s innovative, targeted, and would give me more precious life long years. But it comes with a heartbreaking truth: my insurance doesn’t cover it, and the cost is beyond what I can carry. I am humbly asking for your help. But there is urgency. Update: I wasn’t able to reach my goal in time for the treatment I wanted. I have now found another treatment that is half the amount so I am keeping up the go fund me.

If you can find it in your heart to help—no matter the amount whether it’s through a donation or sharing my story-please know that every single gesture means the world to me. Please know you will not only be helping with treatment costs, but you will be helping me fight for my life, my future, and my chance to watch my son continue to grow older and have a family of his own that I can witness. Every little bit brings me closer to healing!

Even if you cannot give financially, your prayers, your encouragement, and you’re willing to share my story are a gift.

From the bottom of my heart, I thank you.

Veronica B.

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