Hello, my name is Cynthia Morris, and in April 2025 I found a lump on my breast. With the insistence of my lovely daughter (the one in the pink hat, I’m the other pictured) I went to the doctor to get examined. With my anxiety at an all-time high, I waited.
Two mammograms and several biopsies later, we found out I have stage 3 Triple Negative aggressive breast cancer. It still feels like a bad dream. Even the tests they want me to take to properly begin treatment are so much money, money that I don’t have.
My younger brother died of 13 from colon cancer, and my mother died the same way just a few years younger than I am now. Every minute I wait is a minute something could go wrong or get worse and that would leave my daughter all alone.
My goal is to have enough for my treatment and to be able to focus on healing and not worrying over the bills in the meanwhile. I’ll give updates here so you all can come with me on this journey.
