My name is Joyce Sinclair, and I’ve spent years helping others come out of suffering. Last year, I prayed to find the man of my dreams and decided to go online, reaching out to everyone. One night, I gave my number to someone, and I knew he was the one. The problem was, he was sick. I made it my mission to help him, and the funny thing is, I did. He is a different man these days—he couldn’t breathe or do much without being tired, but now he’s all good. We went to doctors all over the world together.

One night, he said to me, “I feel a lump on your breast,” and that began my journey to stage 3 triple positive ductal cancer. I didn’t have good insurance, and he insisted on marrying me so I could get coverage. It was remarkable how he gave up everything for me—his benefits and school—to help me get well. Now, I’m asking for help to financially cover what we need to survive. The insurance costs are overwhelming, and neither of us can work. Your support will help us cover these costs and give us hope for the future.

Anything will help. Let me know who you are if you are donating so I can repay you when it’s all over one way or another. I just want to be free.