Support a Brave Mom's Liver Transplant Journey

Here comes the Sun…❤️

It’s time. 

Time to ask for help, my precious friends.

I’m living with level 4 end stage liver disease at the age of 46, awaiting a liver transplant. 

Blessed to have health insurance, which covers a whole team of professionals caring for me at Mayo Hospital in Rochester and Mankato. 

We have five gorgeous kids in our quirky little blended family. Three amazing boys ages 19,11,& 10. Two spunky girls ages 10 & 8. A crazy fur baby named Beans. My husband Dan is just tireless, magnificent, supportive and patient. Before I started deteriorating, I was a teacher and caregiver. I will teach again someday.

We now have been trying to survive off one income.  Our lives have unfortunately turned upside down. Our children are scared of the possibility that I may not make it through each day let alone this transplant, and we can’t seem to calm their nervous little hearts.

We manage this basically on a whim as each day unsure of whether it’s going to be a “good day or bad day”. They have so many questions we can’t answer, and recently a surprising one: “Why is mommy turning into a Simpson?!” because of the jaundice. I am obviously changing and we are scared. 

I’m struggling with the fact that if I don’t make it, how am I supposed to leave these last days of life not having done enough? Providing them with memories and precious moments has a whole new meaning. 

We endure trips to Rochester frequently and will for some time. I have to live in extended stay places near Mayo. After transplant , I will need housing to recover, as cannot leave the Rochester area for six weeks. Doctor bills. Traveling and expensive housing costs. Medications. We have no idea what amount of funds will be needed. 

Please consider us by donating and sharing our story. 

If you’ve made it this far, we all thank you immensely. Hug your family. Be grateful for your health. I’m grateful for every day I just wake up. With all this crazy summer rain, I feel like the sky is crying with me, the emotional flooding is real. It’s heavy. Please help us. Thank you so very much. 

Amanda, Dan and family