I AM STILL HERE. BUT PLEASE UNDERSTAND WHAT IT IS COSTING ME TO STAY HERE.
There is something I need to say today, and I hope you will take a few minutes to read it all the way through. I have spent so much time thanking people, encouraging others, smiling through interviews, and trying to remain positive that I am not sure everyone fully understands what my life looks like when the cameras are gone, the microphones are turned off, and I am sitting at home facing another day of kidney failure.
I am grateful beyond words. But I am also exhausted beyond anything I know how to describe.
I have survived cancer twice. I survived a bone marrow transplant. I survived treatments that were supposed to give me another chance at life, only to discover years later that those same treatments had contributed to the destruction of my kidneys.
Now I depend on dialysis to stay alive.
And recently, I learned that my heart has suffered significant damage as well.
I want you to understand what that means. This is no longer simply a matter of waiting patiently for a kidney. Every day that passes without a compatible donor is another day my body must endure a disease that is affecting more than one organ.
I am extremely highly sensitized, making a compatible kidney exceptionally difficult to find. People have stepped forward. People have asked about donating. People have tried to help. Yet I am still waiting for the match that could change everything.
And while I wait, the bills do not wait with me.
Dialysis supplies still cost money. Medical expenses continue. There are medications, appointments, transportation costs, and the ordinary responsibilities of keeping a household together. My financial circumstances have changed dramatically because of years of serious illness. Resources that once provided security have been consumed by the cost of surviving.
Imagine waking up every morning knowing that the treatment keeping you alive is also a daily reminder of how fragile your future has become. Imagine being physically exhausted before the day even begins, yet still needing to find the energy to work, serve others, make telephone calls, answer messages, and advocate for your own survival.
Then imagine having to worry about how you will pay for everything.
That is where I am.
And I need you to understand something else.
I am not afraid of working hard. I am not afraid of fighting. What frightens me is the possibility that I can do everything within my power and still run out of the time, health, or resources needed to keep fighting.
Through the extraordinary kindness of Joshua Liljenquist, his team, and thousands of people, my story has traveled farther than I ever imagined. Broadcasters have interviewed me. News organizations have covered my journey. People I have never met have prayed for me, contributed to this fundraiser, and reminded me that compassion still exists in this world.
Every single act of kindness matters. Every dollar has helped. Every share has carried my story into another home.
But I want to be transparent about something that can easily get lost when people see a fundraiser's total.
Money raised is not the same as money left. And money raised is not the same as a life saved.
Medical bills and everyday expenses continue to arrive. Dialysis does not become less expensive because a video goes viral. The cost of staying alive does not stop because a television station airs a story.
I am still here, still undergoing treatment, still searching for a compatible kidney, and still trying to hold together the financial pieces of a life that serious illness has repeatedly interrupted.
I have devoted much of my life to ministry, broadcasting, and being present for other people. I have prayed with families, stood beside people in difficult moments, and used my voice to encourage those who felt forgotten.
Today, I am asking you to hear that same voice in a different way.
I need help. Not because I have stopped fighting, but because fighting this battle alone is no longer financially or physically sustainable.
If you have already donated, thank you. I know that some of you have sacrificed to help me, and I do not take that lightly. I would never ask anyone to give money they need for their own necessities.
But if you have the ability to contribute today, I am asking you to consider doing so. Whether it is $5, $20, $50, $100, or an amount you are comfortable giving, your contribution helps me manage the continuing costs of treatment and daily life while I search for a donor.
If you cannot donate, please share this update with someone who may be able to help. And if you are interested in the possibility of becoming a living kidney donor, please contact the transplant program for accurate information and independent medical evaluation.
I am not looking for pity. I am asking for the opportunity to continue living, serving, loving, laughing, and doing the work I believe God has placed before me.
I still have sermons to preach. I still have music to play. I still have stories to tell. I still have people to encourage. And I still believe that somewhere there may be a person whose decision to explore living donation could change the course of my life.
But faith does not mean pretending that everything is fine.
Some days I am hurting. Some days I am scared. Some days I am so tired that simply getting through the day feels like an accomplishment. And there are moments when the financial pressure is almost as overwhelming as the illness itself.
That is the part of this journey I need you to see.
Not just the smile in a photograph. Not just the pastor behind the pulpit. Not just the broadcaster behind the microphone.
The human being behind all of it.
I do not know when a compatible kidney will be found. I cannot tell you how much more treatment my body will have to endure. But I can tell you that I am doing everything I know to do to remain here, and I am asking for your help in making that possible.
Please do not mistake my determination for an absence of need. And please do not mistake my gratitude for an indication that the crisis is over.
It isn't.
If this story has touched your heart, I am asking you to turn that compassion into something tangible today. Donate if you can. Share if you cannot. Help my story reach someone who has the ability to make a difference.
Because I am still here.
And I am doing everything I can to stay here.
With all my love and gratitude,
Rev. Dr. Steven Mills
SUPPORT MY JOURNEY:
https://www.gofundme.com/f/help-pastor-steven-fight-for-his-life-p74hx
LIVING KIDNEY DONOR INFORMATION:
https://FindMyOne.org
HCA Midwest Health Living Donor Program:
https://www.hcamidwest.com/patient-resources/living-donor-program - Steven Mills, 12/23/1977
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