I should be preparing for surgery today.

Instead, I’m sitting here grieving another denial.

Despite my surgeon’s personal appeal and medical proof showing how effective the 7-day spinal cord trial was for me. My surgeon went above and beyond and filed an appeal on my behalf with detailed documentation showing why this implant is necessary. The trial gave me 80–100% pain relief. For the first time in years, I was able to sleep through the night. I could walk without tripping, put on my shoes, use the bathroom without agony. Laugh and smile again. The burning nerve pain and constant agony were gone. I was myself again.

And for the first time in years, I felt like I had a future.

I finally saw a glimpse of what life could feel like.

There reason for denial was

They claimed there’s “no scientific proof” that the trial’s results were real and effective.

But I lived it.

My pain was gone. My had hope returned. My mind felt clear. My spirit breathed again.

This isn’t just a surgery.

This is about my ability to live, love, and show up for my family.

This decision stole more than a surgery date.

It shook my hope, but only for a moment. Because I know I still have a fight in me.

I can’t do it alone.

This fight has not just taken a toll on me it’s worn down my husband, Brandon, who’s carried this burden without ever asking for recognition.

He’s worked, cared for our children, tended to me, and still held this family together day after day. It's been four long years .

He’s exhausted, though he’d never say it out loud.

He deserves to be heard. And he deserves to rest.

Next week, we’re showing up for a face-to-face appeal. We’re bringing four years’ worth of records, pain, sacrifice, and truth. Brandon is taking time off to stand beside me, because I need his voice in that room.

He has watched me go from strong and active to bed-bound, in constant pain. Where we once shared gym dates and spontaneous excursions we know spend more days at appointments and in the hospital.

He’s held this family together in silence, exhaustion, and love.

For those who have asked and wondering how you can help, this is what I ask

Please pray for favor in this appeal.

And if you can, please support us financially so Brandon can take this time without added stress. He deserves a break. He deserves to breathe.

He’s more than my husband he’s been my anchor. And he’s sacrificed so much.

Your donation will help us:

Offset the income Brandon is sacrificing to attend this appeal

Gather and print the supporting documents from 4+ years of care

Cover travel and preparation costs

Give Brandon space to breathe, to show up not as a burdened provider, but as a husband finally able to speak his truth

We believe in this fight.

We believe God has purpose in this pain.

And we believe this appeal can be the breakthrough our family desperately needs ans desires

Thank you for every prayer, every share, and every dollar.

You’re helping give me the chance at healing and giving my husband the rest he has more than earned. He deserves.

This is more than a medical issue. It’s our life, our family, our fight to heal.

Thank you for loving us through it.

Thank you for seeing us.