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 Hello friends, family and community. On Monday August 10th, our very own Greg Card went in for an MRI after experiencing some subtle neurological symptoms. His doctor discovered a large mass in his right frontal lobe and sent the results to the Neurology team at Riverbend in Springfield. His MRI caught the attention of the Neurologists and they suggested he head straight to the ER for further testing.
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 What started as a precautionary ER visit turned into an excruciating week of tests and scans, ultimately leading to his diagnosis of Grade 4 Primary Glioblastoma and an emergency brain surgery on Friday August 14th. This devastating diagnosis has completely upended our lives, as Greg is now recovering from the surgery and set to start Chemo and Radiation in a couple weeks. Glioblastoma is one of the most aggressive, fast growing forms of brain cancer and unfortunately classified as incurable. Our goal for the coming months is to support Greg’s comfort, create a positive and joyful atmosphere and surround him with family and love as we navigate this impossibly difficult time. As we care closely for Greg, our ability to continue working and supporting the household has been greatly limited, so we are asking our community graciously for support. Any funds raised will help us provide him with the best medical care, safe transport to and from appointments and nutritious food to continue healing him in any way that we can.
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 For over 2 decades, Laurie and Greg ran and operated the beloved Cafe Mundo in Newport. With hearts full of love and generosity, they provided support for the community and offered a space of safety and acceptance for all. Mundo quickly became the meeting place, the living room, the stage, the safe haven and the heartbeat of Nye Beach. If you have at one point or another received the benefits of the Mundo Magic, your support during this difficult time would mean the world to us.
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 In addition, we are working on compiling a memoriam of said Mundo Magic. If you or anyone you know has photos, videos or memories from Mundo over the years, please submit any content or stories to email address cafemundoarchives at gmail. This news has been such a shock and as we want to hear from each and every one of you, we also appreciate having the space and privacy to process this as a family. We want to provide Greg and Laurie with a visual representation of their legacy and the ways they have touched so many lives in the community. We hope that this will be the perfect opportunity for you all to reach out and express your support for Greg and the Mundo gang.
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I'm assuming you all know me, mom to Lilou, lover of animals and the outdoors. For the past year I thought I was just exhausted from my teaching job. Turns out, my body was fighting cancer. I've always considered myself to be be a healthy person, so of course my insurance deductible is very high. This gofundme page is to help me pay the medical expenses to reach my deductible, when hopefully financial aid from St. Charles will kick in to pay 50%. This is all new to me, so thank you for your patience as I try to navigate.

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<div>hi there, friends, it's june, the gypsy mermaid-salty blue-traveling jewelry lady. this time of year, you'd typically find me back home in northern michigan selling my ocean-inspired jewelry at the various weekend art shows &amp; the friday bellaire farmer's market. sadly, i'm not there. i'm in san francisco in my apartment spending my days filled with a variety of doctor and therapy appointments, and generally learning to adjust to a new physical reality, one that's super limited and very frustrating, unable to work with my hands and never physically comfortable.

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<div>last october, when i first arrived back in san francisco after yet another great northern michigan summer peddling my jewelry wares, i tried to play the piano, but my arms were too heavy. i barely lasted 15 minutes. fast forward to the end of october &amp; i couldn't ignore it or pretend anymore: something was wrong. my arms &amp; legs felt like lead &amp; my movements were very labored &amp; difficult &amp; there was an ever-present feeling like i had a lead blanket wrapped around my head, the weight of which i couldn't shake, day or night. so i went straight to my medical clinic as a drop in. that first week, as symptoms shifted &amp; emerged (&amp; the fear rose), i was a drop-in there 5 different times. it was apparent something was wrong, but they couldn't figure out what. &amp; now, here it is going into the ninth month, after dozens &amp; dozens &amp; dozens of doctor appointments, specialists, osteopaths, lyme's disease specialists, MRIs, CT scans, X-rays, a DAT scan, physical therapy, occupational therapy, talk therapy to cope with this new disabled reality, lots of acupuncture, neurological chiropractor visits, orthobionomy appointments and more, my neurologist has finally given me a diagnosis: she says i have parkinson's disease. (mic drop)

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<div>the days since the diagnosis have been a bumpy, wild, very tumultuous roller coaster of emotions: disbelief, denial, fear, rage, heartbreak, faith, hope, fierce determination, so many tears, along with feeling a hefty outpouring of love from so many wonderful friends &amp; family. my cup of love &amp; support runneth over. i am humbled &amp; truly grateful. i won't lie though: some days are better than others. &amp; if i'm totally honest, yesterday was the hardest day yet- both for symptoms &amp; for letting the darkness creep in. i barely made the 2 block walk to acupuncture. i was scanning the street looking for anyone to rescue me &amp; drive me to the corner, for fear my legs couldn't take me the short distance. alas, i made it, tears in my eyes, but i did it! &amp; i'll take the win, however small. to go from working out 6 days a week &amp; feeling really strong last year, to this; ugh. just ugh.

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<div>and of course, work -and therefor income - have been pretty non-existent, unachievable, darn near impossible. and now the coffers are empty, the credit cards maxed. &amp; i have out of pocket visits to cover &amp; bills to pay and as i explore what it means to have parkinson's, i'm looking at the various treatments which hold the promise of helping me live a relatively normal life, all with a hefty price tag, and am definitely at a place where i need help. part of me is still fiercely optimistic and hopeful (part delusion, i know) that this is a misdiagnosis &amp; that it's just a fluke &amp; i'm going to muscle my way out of this &amp; be back to my adventurous ways in no time. either way, treatment &amp; focus &amp; dedication &amp; time will be the determining factor in however this thing plays out. &amp; to get that treatment, i need money &amp; so i'm coming to you, my community &amp; leaning in. the stress of financial scarcity is not helping my condition; not in the least. &amp; i've got the fight of my life ahead of me... but i keep telling myself: i was built for this. my mantras these past months: keep moving &amp; i like to do hard things (who knew the bar for hard was going to be so low, like changing clothes, going to the bathroom or chopping vegetables).

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<div>so here we are. and here i stand, disabled &amp; very much vulnerable.

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<div>please help if you can. either way, know how much your love &amp; support &amp; kind words of encouragement mean too. &amp; thank you. it truly does take a village...

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<div>Our dear friend, Saul, was diagnosed October 2025 with bulbar-onset amyotrophic lateral sclerosis (ALS), a progressive and terminal neuromuscular disease. We are heartbroken, and we hope to do everything we can to help support Saul and his daughters in this journey.
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<div>There is currently no medical cure for ALS, so treatments focus on slowing the progression of the disorder and maximizing Saul's quality of life. Bulbar-onset ALS starts with the throat, followed by progressive paralysis. Saul's symptoms began with difficulty speaking and swallowing and have now (one year later) progressed to include breathing challenges and increasingly limited mobility. Saul is undergoing treatment at an ALS specialty clinic in Portland.
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<div>Life expectancy for bulbar-onset ALS varies. We are hoping for as much time as possible with Saul.
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<div>Because Saul's physical needs are complex and ever changing, we are primarily reaching out for financial support for him. Your contributions literally make up the difference between his now-limited income and unpredictable medical bills and supportive needs, some of which are not covered by insurance. He has transitioned to long-term disability, which is not enough to cover living expenses for him and his two daughters. 
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<div>Thank you for helping us keep Saul around as long as possible. Anything and everything helps! We are most grateful!
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<div>With love and gratitude,
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