In 2023, I sold my home and moved to Dallas, Texas, ready for a new chapter. I had a clear vision for my life love, stability, a home, and a family. Shortly after arriving, I met a wonderful man, and for the first time in a long while, everything felt aligned.

Then life changed.

Two months after meeting him, in late 2023, I was diagnosed with stage IIIA breast cancer. Just one month later, we found out we were pregnant. The fear of cancer and the joy of bringing new life into the world existed side by side an emotional space I never imagined I would have to occupy. By God’s grace, we endured both.

Our daughter, River Rose, was born in June. In August, my fight continued with a partial mastectomy. I was declared no evidence of disease, and for a moment, it felt like we could finally breathe.

In July of 2024, that breath was taken away.

I learned that my cancer had returned as stage IV, with metastases to my bones, brain, and spine. This is the news no survivor ever expects to hear when the focus should be on healing and thriving. Instead, I am once again facing the fight of my life.

I am asking for help as medical bills continue to mount and as I pursue additional and alternative treatments. I want to fight this disease with everything I have. More than anything, I want to remain this side of heaven for my daughter to watch her grow and to be her mother for as long as God allows.

If you are able to give, my family and I are deeply grateful. If you cannot, please consider sharing this page. Your prayers, support, and kindness mean more than words can express.