I want to start this off by telling you a bit about my personal hero. Miss Trinity is 5 years old and is one of the bravest, most resilient, loving, and pure souls I have ever been blessed to know, let alone being able to proudly call myself her mother. She has had a fight on her hands since birth. Born extremely hypoglycemic, she would spend the first 30 days of her life in NICU. Discharged with multiple singular diagnoses, but no real official cause, we would spend the next 2 years going to countless doctor's appointments, abdominal scans, brain scans, and just about every specialty clinic you can think of. We hit a benchmark where most of her health issues had resolved and were told if anything changes to bring her in. I thought we were out of the woods.

Early 2024, I began voicing concern for her frequent nosebleeds. I was told it was environmental. Then, we began to experience bed wetting. I was told that was behavioral. Then, in early June, Trinity began experiencing pain in her right leg. There was no obvious injury, so I took her to urgent care. They didn’t find anything, so they sent us to Orthopedics. Ortho couldn’t find anything, so they scheduled an MRI and told me if the pain increased, to take her into the ER. The pain had been steadily increasing, with it being most intense at night until finally I no longer had any options to soothe my baby girl. On Monday, June 16, 2025, what started as an emergency room trip for extreme leg pain turned into admission to the pediatric oncology wing of the hospital. Three days later, we would receive a diagnosis of rhabdomyosarcoma of the pelvis with her mass being too large and integrated to be removed. Three days after that, she was receiving emergent chemotherapy. Rhabdomyosarcoma is a rare, aggressive soft tissue sarcoma, and we have a long road of chemotherapy, radiation, and eventually surgery ahead of us. By the time I post this, she will have already undergone 4 surgeries and multiple sedations in a matter of ten days.

During this time, I will not be able to work as I am Trinity’s primary caregiver. It is intensely heartbreaking to watch my little girl go through this, and I hope to relieve some of the financial burden so that I can focus on her treatment plan and giving her the best shot she can possibly have to beat this. I also have two other children at home whose lives have been turned upside down by this unfortunate news. I know that everyone has their burdens to bear in this economy, but I am asking that if you have a little bit to spare, please think of us. It would be deeply appreciated. If you cannot afford to donate but still would like to help, even just a prayer would mean everything to us.

If you got this far in reading, thank you for being here and holding space for us. Even just the smallest of thoughts and prayers go a long way in this journey we are embarking on. The next 2 years will be trials and tribulations, but if we can make it through, her survival rate goes up to 70%.

As we get more information, I will keep this updated, as we do not have staging and are still awaiting a lot of testing.