My name is Jackie and have been a friend of Geri Lynn's for over 15 years. During which I have celebrated her through many of her life's journeys including love,divorce,raising a special son,through stage 4 uterine cancer, remission and now most recently stage 4 diaphragm/lung cancer. She has rung the bell before and I know with her courage and our support, she can ring the bell again and send Cancer back into remission! She has recently stopped working in her career job in the courts in Page, AZ due to her illness and the treatments she is undergoing and needs help with food,animal care, utilities and medical copays. Any contributions and all contributions would help with her situation right now.

Here is her plea for help:

Asking for Help: My Cancer Journey

Hi everyone,

Asking for help has never been easy for me, but today, I need to. I’m reaching out for support—any donation, big or small, would mean the world to me and my son as we navigate this journey together.

My name is Jeri Lynn, and I’m in my second fight against stage 4 cancer. I was in remission for seven years, but in November 2023, it came back—more aggressively this time. It started with unexplained pain on my left side, and after a trip to the ER and a biopsy, I learned that the cancer had returned to my left lung.

I went back to the oncologist who had cared for me before, and we chose to fight this head-on with aggressive treatment—chemotherapy and immunotherapy. The infusions were grueling, lasting over five hours at a time, leaving me drained but still pushing through to work. Losing my hair wasn’t a big deal, but I worried about my eyebrows—my niece had helped me last time, but she’s not here now, so I decided to let it go.

Things were going okay until my body reacted badly to the immunotherapy. The pain was unbearable, and I had to stop treatment. Then came another setback—an infection in my port landed me in the hospital for nearly a week. Still, I kept working, trying to stay strong. When radiation didn’t work, another biopsy showed the cancer had spread to my diaphragm. The most recent one confirmed it has now reached my right lung.

The hardest part of this journey has been accepting that my cancer is treatable but not curable. I tried to keep working, but after a bad fall, I made the difficult decision to go on disability. It’s time for me to focus on what truly matters—spending time with my son.

Through it all, he’s been my rock. He never complains, always checks in on me, and reassures me, “We got this, Mom.” On my good days, we watch movies, talk, and just enjoy each other’s company. Sometimes, I fall asleep and wake up to see him still sitting by my side. These are the moments I cherish.

I love my son more than words can say, and I want to make the most of the time we have together—happy, present, and creating memories he can hold onto.

If you can help in any way, I would be deeply grateful. Thank you for your love, kindness, and support.

With love,

Jeri Lynn