Three weeks ago, my beautiful mother was diagnosed with cancer.
This has been, without a doubt, the darkest, most terrifying chapter of our lives.
If you know me, you know how close I am to my mom. She’s not just my parent, she is my best friend, my soulmate in this lifetime, my greatest comfort. We do everything together. There is no one in the world who understands me the way she does.
And now I’m watching her fight for her life.
My mom is the sweetest woman you could ever meet. I know everyone says that, but if you’ve met her, you know it’s true. She has this radiant, gentle spirit, so full of love, so selfless, so giving. She loves her children and grandchildren more than anything. She adores the color pink, hearts, angels, and old classic movies. She never forgets a birthday. She shows up for everyone in her life, no matter how much pain she’s in herself. She has this quiet strength that’s held our entire family together for decades.
And now she needs help.
She is in an unimaginable amount of physical pain. She’s in and out of appointments, struggling to stay strong, all while trying to grieve the loss of her father—my grandfather—who passed away just this April. She’s exhausted, and the financial burden of her diagnosis is becoming impossible to manage.
We are not in a position to afford her treatment.
Even with insurance, the costs are overwhelming—scans, specialist visits, medications, blood work, transportation, and more. It feels like every day there’s another bill we don’t know how we’re going to pay. We’re talking thousands and thousands of dollars, and it’s only going to increase as her treatment plan progresses.
Every single cent raised will go directly to her care.
Nothing else. Just treatment. Just survival. Just the hope of having more time with the most important woman in my world.
So whether you’re a close friend, someone from my past, or someone we just met—I’m asking for help. Financial, emotional, spiritual—anything. A donation, a share, a prayer, a message of support. We need it all.
My mom deserves to grow old. She deserves to keep loving us and her grandbabies. She deserves to see pink sunsets and angel numbers and to wake up on Christmas morning without worrying how she’ll afford her next treatment. She deserves to live.
Please, if you’re in a position to help, we would be endlessly grateful.
Thank you for reading. Thank you for caring. And please, hold your loved ones tight.
♡RoZanna Rowe
