In October, I went to the ER with severe stomach pain and difficulty using the bathroom. Despite the obvious distress I was in, I was told by hospital staff—and even my OB-GYN—that it was likely a ruptured cyst and that things would improve on their own. Trusting their professional opinions, I went home. But things didn’t get better—they got worse. A month later, I returned to the ER only to learn that what was originally dismissed as a cyst was actually two large cysts and a tumor. Less than a month after that, I was back again—still in pain—only to be told I needed emergency surgery for a massive tumor and cyst in my abdomen. That was in November, and I haven’t been able to work since. I spent a week in the hospital recovering, only to be told afterward that I’d need chemotherapy to prevent the growth from returning—this was already my second surgery in less than six months. Six weeks passed before I received any results or a treatment plan, and before I could even begin recovering, new cysts had already started to form. I just finished four intense cycles of chemotherapy, five days a week, 6–7 hours a day. It was the hardest thing I’ve ever gone through. The weekends were spent recovering from the toll it took on my body, and working was out of the question. I had so much hope that this would be the end of it—that the treatment would work and I could finally return to work and to normal life. But just one week before I was set to return, I was told I need another surgery—my fourth—scheduled for May 8th. I’m trying to stay hopeful, but the constant medical bills, testing, appointments, and procedures are overwhelming. I don’t have family nearby for support, and I’ve been going through this alone in a different state. My goal is to get through this surgery and relocate to be closer to family so I can finally get the support and long-term care I need. If you’re able to help in any way, it would mean the world. Whether it’s through a donation, a share, or simply sending love and prayers—thank you from the bottom of my heart.