Not being able to move on my own… get food, take my meds, exercise, or care for my family?
Brutal. Physically, emotionally, every which way.
But here we are. Still showing up. Still trying everything.
Still rising.
This is what fighting for your life looks like sometimes: messy, exhausting, hopeful, and determined.
Please keep sharing, donating, and sending good energy.
Every ounce matters. We need it.
Quick recap:
On day 12 of not being able to walk, the pain hit a 10/10. We went to the ER — which turned into a 6-day hospital stay.
Day 3 in the hospital:
I saw my girls for the first time since being admitted.
“Are you coming home with us, Mama?”
“Will you come ride bikes with us, Mama?”
Heartbreaking. Motivating.
Two weeks earlier I was biking, hiking, cooking, doing yoga.
Now: hospital bed, wires, immobile.
This will not become my new normal.
I have to get home to my girls. I have to get back to life.
I have to keep fighting.
And I will.
Day 5:
I finally started moving with a walker. Small steps, big wins.
Sometimes the most important healing happens far beyond what any scan can measure.
I still have two more procedures ahead once I’m back on my feet.
Every donation gets me one step closer to finishing treatment — and rising for good.
Grateful doesn’t even begin to cover it.
Day 6:
I turned a corner. I was improving. I was about to be discharged — then out of nowhere, relentless nausea and vomiting hit. My discharge was delayed, but I eventually made it home, still throwing up.
When I arrived, the first thing I did was grab my walker and head straight to the grass — just to feel the earth again after 6 days inside.
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