Looks can be deceiving, especially on social media. See the pictures? Yeah, in 2024, I mostly posted the good, some of the bad and honestly none of the ugly. Until now. Contrary to what it may have seemed, from this time last year until now was a time of intense and even excruciatingly painful suffering, shock, disappointment, denial, anger, bargaining, doubt, unbelief, anxiety, depression, loss, fear of death, grief and even a crisis of faith. To be honest, I didn’t even know if I’d be here today, February 9, 2025, to celebrate my 57th birthday! Why? Well, in exactly one year’s time aside from SHOCKINGLY being diagnosed with not ONE but TWO forms of CANCER within eighteen days of each other….. I also endured and persevered through the following: • Increasing pain and progressive loss of arm function • Near medication overdose • Arm broken in two places by tumors • Two surgeries: Arm repair, one boob cut off, twenty-seven lymph nodes removed • Fifteen radiation treatments • Five cycles of targeted cancer immunotherapy and counting • My 81-year-old mom and primary caregiver fell and broke her pelvis in five places • My oldest son quitting nursing school to take over her duties • Inability to work or drive since February 2024 • Forced to close my five-year estate liquidation franchise • Unexpected death of my dad All this while being unmarried and with my youngest in his senior year of high school and soon to graduate this May. Can you imagine? This by far has been one of the fieriest trials of my life. Frankly, it’s been hard not to feel like a “Job” or in my case, being female, a “Jobette!” All this led to a dark, lonely season of life reflection, personal repentance, forgiveness, and reconciliation that has given way to much spirit, soul and body healing. I never ever knew such a physical pain existed and had to repent when I realized that even as an RN of 30 years, I had never truly been compassionate regarding physical pain. Unless you have walked through something similar, it is hard to fathom. And the saga continues.... I still suffer from and am facing: • Frozen shoulder with forty-five to fifty percent of arm mobility regained • Chronic arm and bone pain, moderate to severe most days • Reconstructive breast surgery pending - seven hours long with six week recovery • Possible stem cell transplant afterwards • Debt multiplied Most days, it feels like a pretty daunting task to get out of this deep, dark PIT I feel like I'm in. There are even moments of desperation where I feel like I simply can't go on. How many hot, bitter, stinging, pillow soaking tears have I cried. How many times have I pled in desperation to God saying, "I am just not cut out for this," or "I just can't do this anymore!" YET HERE I AM, by the mercy and grace of Almighty God, who sees my plight, knows my heart and hears my cry. HERE I AM still fighting the good fight of faith, once He breaths on me again. HERE I AM while endeavoring to pick up the messy shards of my broken life as I surrender and co-labor with Him to repair and rebuild one minute, one step, one day at a time. And despite these unexpected, terrible chain of events, God has neither left me nor forsaken me. Now I can relate to David of this Bible who said of God, that even if I make my bed in hell, you are there with me. And He has performed miracles on my behalf. May the Most High be magnified! I owe so much heartfelt thanks to my family, my prayer warriors and a small group of people who were told initially. I am standing upon and will continue to stand upon what Psalms 118:17 assures: “I shall not die, but live, and declare the works of the Lord.” The Word says we are fearfully and wonderfully made. What He creates was and is good. Sickness and disease are not His will for any person, nor is premature death! He created all of us for a purpose, which I know I have not achieved yet. For this reason, I am doing a fundraiser for myself because fact is, to be a blessing to others, I must first be blessed and oh yeah, let's not forget, ALIVE! For those of you that don’t know or understand, I don’t call myself a Warrior because I am trying to get something that’s not mine. To the contrary, I am a Warrior because I am called to love, protect, defend and enforce that which has already been laid hold of for me by our Messiah, when He hung on a stake, died and was raised again on the third day to new life. When we have someone or something we truly value and love, we will fiercely, not passively, FIGHT for it. I desire not only to be able to live and fulfill my God given call and commission, but to go and do what He told the Gadarene demoniac, which was to publish, aka provide written and verbal evidence of Him by saying “Go to your house, to your friends, and tell them what great things the Lord has done for you, and how He had mercy on you” according to Mark 5:19. But I can't do this alone by myself. I need help, yes your help, no matter how great or small, because I am growing weary, feeling burdened and often am exhausted. Understand that: Faith works by love. Faith without works is dead. Prior to every miracle the Messiah did, He was moved with compassion. Then He boldly acted in faith as He, by the Spirit, felt led. And it worked because His motive was love. This demonstrated and glorified the giving heart of the Father, who for our sakes was not only willing but gave His one and only begotten Son so every one of us would have the opportunity to not perish but have eternal life. While we were yet sinners, Christ died for us. We love Him because He first loved us. And the way the world knows us is by our love one to another! Please see Special Notes below to know how you can best partner together with me to help kick these cancers to the curb and annihilate this ugly foe! Regardless of what or how you choose to contribute, everything is appreciated - whether money via CashApp or Wishlist gift card found on the right side of page, acts of service to be listed in calendar below, love, prayers and/or encouragement! To each and every one of you, thank you and much love! Wendy aka Warrior Jane