This past year tried to break me… but it didn’t.

8 months of a high-risk pregnancy, holding on to faith through every unknown. Then December hit—and everything changed. A collapsed lung. Hospital stay. Chest tube. Sent home… just to be right back a few days later. Same pain. Same fear. Another chest tube. Another stay. Then again… a third time. But this time it was bigger—major lung surgery.

And in the middle of fighting to breathe… I got the news that shook my world—my cancer was back, and it had spread to my lungs.

That’s when the anxiety came. The depression. The quiet moments where I didn’t feel like myself anymore.

Then I had to make another hard decision—bringing my baby into the world 7 weeks early. But God… He covered us. My baby came out okay.

18 days in the NICU. Back and forth every single day. 30-minute drives. Pain in my body. Tears in my eyes. Fighting through exhaustion and emotions… but I never missed a day with my baby.

Finally bringing her home should’ve been the “happy ending”… but the journey kept going. PET scans. More answers. Tumors confirmed.

And now… chemotherapy.

All while being a mom to 4 babies. Loving my husband. Showing up every day when life doesn’t pause, even when you need it to.

This year has been heavy. Painful. Unfair at times.

But I’m still here.

Still fighting. Still loving. Still praying. Still standing on faith.

Because no matter what it looks like… God is still writing my story. ✨

No act of kindness is too small. All donations go towards bills, groceries, gas, etc. because unfortunately life does not stop even when something like this happens.