Last month, I went to the ER, where I learned I have an 18.2 cm tumor intertwined with my nerves and a major artery. Those five days in the hospital were only the beginning of a journey filled with relentless pain and uncertainty.
The extraordinary team at Memorial Hospital has referred me to specialists at Emory. Their reputation gives me hope, but working even two days a week has become nearly impossible, and the reality of stopping work altogether looms ahead.
Every night is a battle. Lying on my side feels unbearable, a reminder that both my shoulders need replacement. Yet, I’m told to wait years for surgery, as if each moment isn’t already stretched thin.
I've spent my life helping others without a second thought. Asking for help now feels unfamiliar, but I find myself reaching out from Savannah, hoping to find some light in the kindness of others during these challenging days.
