Hello my name is Madison (34), so let me start at the beginning. Over 7 years ago I moved from Florida to Indiana to pursue a relationship with my bestfriend. Well, that best friend became my husband in July of 2023. In October of 2023, we sought out assistance from a fertility doctor because we really wanted to start a family and conventional routes were not working. While seeking that help our dreams fell apart and I was diagnosed with endometrial cancer in November. I underwent a DNC in November and chose to try and do fertility sparing treatment. Tissue was sent out for genetic testing and was found that my tumor feeds of hormones,so sparing treatment was not going to work as its treated with hormones, and to top it off I have a gene mutation of the p53 gene that puts me at higher chance of recurrence and higher risk of developing cancers in the future. March of this year I had to make the difficult choice to give up on my dream of having biological children, realistically any future children, as I would not want to traumatize potential child with the posibility of developing cancers again down the line and them having to see me sick, so I underwent a total hysterectomy, uterus, ovaries, cervix and lymphnodes removed. Due to my p53 mutation chemo was recommended since I am at such high risk of recurrence. I had my first treatment today.

I am a nurse and due to now undergoing chemo, fatigue, work restrictions, therapy, lots of dr. Appts and my mental health, working has been difficult. I pick up when mentally and physically able, but frankly it's not enough and we are living on just one income.

When I say I have won the husband jackpot, I mean it. He has been with me through everything, every appointment and every mental breakdown. He is my rock. We met when we were 16/17 in high-school, I was in choir and he was in the band. The two rooms shared a small hallway in-between the rooms meant for storage. He said it was my siren voice that drew him to me and that being with one another healed the trauma we have endured. We stayed in touch throughout the years as I lived in florida both going through what we needed to so we could come out the people we have become today. Today he is my home, he busts his ass to do everything he can to make sure we are okay but with all the house hold bills, cars, insurance, my medical bills, we are slipping. We are not ones to ask for help but I hate seeing the stress it puts on him when i already know he is carrying the weight of the world on his shoulders. I want to be able to see him breathe again. So if you are able to donate I would truly be grateful, every dollar with help tremendously, if unable to donate share our story that helps too.

Thank you so much for taking the time to read. Have a blessed day.