I am never one to ask for help, but when it comes to my mother Laura it’s a different story. She’s been the rock in my life, and to many others as well. Raising two kids on her own as a single mother, and somehow overcoming every obstacle life threw her way. Working like a mad woman and still living pay check to pay check.
     She was my number one support when I was first getting sober, she helped put my brother in his dream college. She ALWAYS did the best that she could by us kids. Even if it meant sacrificing time, sleep, and the rest of the money she had in her pocket. She made sure to be at every single sports event, traveling out of state just to be there and watch our dreams flourish.  The best thing to happen to her was becoming a grandmother of my beautiful twin boys. Noah and Logan ADORE her. And I’ve never seen so much love in her eyes. It was almost like her second chance to love someone other than her kids.
     My mother has always had all these strange unexplainable ailments. I always called her the walking catastrophe. Recently she was diagnosed with lymphoma, quickly within the last month a half it spread into her bone marrow which has upped it to a stage IV. I can’t begin to explain to you how devastated I feel knowing I can’t do anything to make it better. My kids need there grandmother and I need my mom more than ever now that I am a new mom. Anyone who knows someone going through this, knows how extensive treatment is and insurance only covers so much. Taking days off of work to go to and from countless doctors, means the stress of wondering how bills will get paid. She’s the most positive person in this situation and I can’t help by feel helpless knowing I can’t make her better. Please keep my family in your prayers. This is another fight we refuse to give up.