I am a mother of four, and my life changed in ways I never imagined. Over the past several months, my world has become hospitals instead of home, IV lines instead of bedtime routines. I’ve endured three hospital stays, seven blood transfusions, two major surgeries, and a transfer that delivered the words no one is ever prepared to hear: Stage 4A ovarian cancer. Tumors were found. Stents were placed in my kidneys. Nephrostomy tubes now extend from my back, a constant reminder that my body is fighting a battle I didn’t choose. Most days, simply walking to the kitchen feels like climbing a mountain. I can no longer care for my children the way a mother should be able to. I can’t work. I can’t drive myself to appointments. I can’t even stand for long without pain and exhaustion taking over. My children watch their mom struggle to do the simplest things, and that reality breaks my heart more than the illness itself. We are currently living with a kind friend—a single man who opened his home and his heart to us when we had nowhere else to go. He has been supporting my three children and me financially, but his funds are nearly gone, and he will soon need to return to work. I fear what happens to us when that help runs out. I am asking for help not because it’s easy, but because my children need stability while their mom fights for her life. We need assistance to secure a safe home, cover basic living expenses, and eventually obtain a reliable car so I can get to life-saving medical appointments once my friend can no longer transport us. Every day is filled with uncertainty, fear, and physical pain—but also hope that kindness still exists in this world. Any support, whether financial or shared prayers, would mean everything to my family during this unimaginable chapter. From the bottom of my heart, and for helping us survive this fight together. 💔