How my life changed — and how I’m fighting back.
In 2026, I started experiencing symptoms that didn’t make sense — pain, nausea, weakness, and a feeling that something was deeply wrong. I went to the ER, expecting maybe an ulcer or a blockage. Instead, I was told I had duodenal cancer and a severe obstruction in my jejunum.
Hearing the word “cancer” is something you never forget. It hits you in a way that freezes time. Everything becomes a blur — doctors talking, machines beeping, decisions being made faster than you can process them.
My journey began with two weeks at HCA Conroe, followed by forty‑four days at MD Anderson. Those days were filled with procedures, scans, tubes, and moments where I wasn’t sure what tomorrow would look like.
I had a G‑tube placed to help me get nutrition. I learned how fragile the body can be — and how strong the human spirit is when it has no other choice.
After weeks in the hospital, I finally returned home. Recovery hasn’t been easy. Some days are good, some days are hard, and some days are a mix of both. But I’m here. I’m fighting. And I’m grateful for every person who stands with me.
I created this website to document my journey — not just the medical side, but the emotional one. Cancer changes everything: your body, your plans, your finances, your sense of normal.
I’m sharing my story because I believe in transparency, connection, and hope. And because I need help with the overwhelming medical bills that come with fighting a rare cancer.