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My name is Isabella. I am 20 years old. I'm from New Orleans, La. I'm a secondary education student,  a writer, an artist, a singer, and a community organizer. I am also a chronically ill, two-spirit, poor, working class, mixed race, indigenous creole woman who is in the midst of battling cancer. My family are all poor, working class, black, red, and brown people and they will not be able to support me financially throughout my treatment. For the last two years, I have been neglected by the medical community of New Orleans. But as of today, I have finally been diagnosed with cancer. Living day to day is an excruciating struggle for me and my family. My single, hard-working mother has had to miss many work days in order to take me to appointments. I cannot work due to my physical condition. On top of dealing with medical necessities, we are terrified of losing the place we rent or not being able to eat some nights. I will be applying for temporary disability and food stamps but with the "benefits" the state of Louisiana gives it's residents, that wont be nearly enough to cover all the expenses i will be facing throughout treatment. 

The money raised here will go toward getting an electric wheel chair so I still can enjoy some quality of life throughout treatment, paying medical bills that will not be covered by medicaid, keeping me, my mother, and other relatives taking care of me afloat financially throughout treatment, and having resources to build a movement to fight against the medical atrocities working class and/or black, brown, and red people of New Orleans are facing

Please follow or add me on Instagram or Facebook if you would like to continue following my story.
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Yakoki (Thank you) & Beni twa (Bless you)
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Isabella had a follow up mid April. The scans came back with great results. The tumor in the shoulder has responded wonderfully to the chemotherapy. After reviewing all scans it has been decided that surgery is not an option. To obtain clear margins, that would mean Isabella would loose use of the left arm. Isabella was referred to a Radiation Oncologist. The plan is to have 6 weeks of radiation starting on May 13, 2019 and for it to coincide with the chemotherapy.

Ewing Sarcoma is considered high grade and also micro metastatic, so radiation and more chemotherapy is required to kill off all cells in the body.

I greatly appreciate everyone who has donated funds, cooked for us, sent Uber Eats to our house, reached out to Isabella, said prayers and have sent positive vibes our way. This has truly been a trying time in life, but it has also been teaching all of us meaningful lessons along the way. All of the things that once seemed so important, seems so secondary now. At the end of the day, God, family, friends and time are the things that matter most.

fè tout bagay avek lanmou- Creole for "Do all things with love" <3

Momma Sabrina
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loving my hair while i can. i will love my wigs after.

hey, y'all. i finally have a diagnosis. i had an MRI, cat scan, pet scan, bone scan, echocardiogram, and gram stains and tissue biopsy sent to 3 different places for pathology results, including the mayo clinic. the mystery i've been dealing with for 2 years and a couple months is finally solved. i have been diagnosed with ewing sarcoma; an extremely rare form of cancer. only 1000 cases of this cancer are reported worldwide yearly. So far, the plan is to have 16 rounds of chemo with radiation at the same time. After that treatment we may or may not discuss surgery and extraction. i may still have an untreated rotator cuff injury and i may have a hole in my scapula from the mass eroding it. but this plan could all change depending on how my body reacts to the medicine. i get my port wednesday and start treatment dec. 26. i will keep y'all updated.

aside from that, during this time i plan to focus on my art, writing, singing my music, clothing making, fixing my wigs and makeup, my spiritual practice, hoodoo, meditation, church, and helping with organizing in the small ways i can. i'll be making youtube videos about my journey and all the things i'm capable of doing. i might not be able to do much but i know i will do what i can for damn sure. if you're not sick and don't mind taking some airborne vitamin c tablets and gargling with salt water, hmu if you'd like to visit me at home or throughout my hospital stays. i definitely appreciate all the support and community i get through y'all. and i won't let cancer take that away from me. lots of love to all of you and don't forget to send love back. <3
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finally feeling a little rested, out of the hospital. i got a biopsy done on the mass. it was so excruciating. i was "given 2 rounds of versed and 2 rounds of fentanyl" throughout the whole hour long procedure. i dont believe that at all. i was completely alert, conscious, and i felt so much. the numbing medicine at the site helped a bit but i was still screaming and crying the entire time. The surgeon and nurses even made small mocking remarks about how "it isnt that bad" and how i "shouldn't be crying/in pain." I told the orthopedic doctor who ordered my MRI about how violent and traumatizing the procedure was. he was appalled. he told me i should have and could have been put to sleep. i am so shook up over this and i dont know how to process it. these doctors play with your life and mind. they basically tortured me. i get the full pathology reports very soon so we will be sure on what this cancer is by the end of the week. i fully believe i am through the hard part now. my mama had a dream about a week ago. she was in the aftermath of a house hit by a tornado. she looked at her two smallest fingers on her left hand. they were red, shriveled, and shrunken. everyone at this demolished house told her it was a poisonous snake bite. she went to the hospital. every doctor, nurse, and caregiver at the hospital kept saying it was a snake bite. my mama ended up in a room with the doctor who ordered my MRI looking over her. he was silent. she remembered something. she flipped her hand over to see a tiny piece of glass deep in the palm of her hand. quickly, she takes the glass out. her fingers begin to fill out again. no more redness. she kept repeating "why? why did y'all lie to me?" before she woke up. what is your interpretation of this? i have my own and im happy to have the memory of my mama, Sabrina Morgan, telling me this dream. i will be strong. i will fight.
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