06/07/2025
The doctor's wordsβ'I'm sorry, Hallie, there's nothing else we can do'βstill rings in my ears hearing the crushing verdict today. π
A 20% decline in my organ function in just shy of two months. Multiple tumors growing relentlessly. My five-year prognosis? Now, it's just two or three⦠perhaps less. My body, once a vessel of strength and life, is failing me. It's betraying me, stealing the precious moments I have left with my sons, my beautiful boys, the reason for my every breath. My heart is breaking.
This isn't a sob story; this is a desperate plea. I'm not asking for charity; I'm begging for a lifeline. I'm clawing for a chance to defy the odds, to rewrite the ending that fate seems determined to write for me. I'm pleading with you, from the very core of my being, to help me hold onto the precious moments I have left. Every dollar, every share, every prayer whispered on my behalf brings me closer to that chance. Please, please help me bring my family back from the edge. Share my story. Donate if you can. My boys, and I, need you, desperately. Just take a moment. Please. Read this, and share it. Let it reach the hearts of others, let it spread like wildfire.
Dear Lord, if you can hear me, please don't do this to me and my boys! I just want a chance. This is the prayer I screamed and cried today.
This is my reality. This is the brutal truth I must face. I was diagnosed with Von Hippel-Lindau Syndrome, a rare and merciless disease that has already taken its toll. Seven tumors have formed and are growing on my organs, causing significant damage to my kidneys, liver, pancreas, spinal cord, and near my brain. I'm too unhealthy for a transplant. The tumors are too large and have caused too much damage for radiation or surgery to be viable options. The doctors have thrown their hands up. They tell me there's nothing more they can do.
My community rallied. They helped me begin a treatment, the only treatment that offered the slimmest hope of extending my life beyond a few years. But even that has failed. Iβve had countless hospital visits, endured countless tests, and suffered countless setbacks.
My heart is breaking. I always dreamt of being a mother, the best mother in the world. Being a mom to my sons is the greatest achievement of my life. I canβt even imagine a life without my babies, without their laughter, without their hugs. The thought of not being there for them, of missing their milestones, their graduations, their weddingsβ¦ it's unbearable. I NEED THEM. AND THEY NEED ME.
I knew this was coming. I felt it in my bones. I saw the signs. But I prayed, I begged, I pleaded for a miracle. And then, against all odds, a glimmer of hope appeared. A doctor in Germany reviewed my case and believes I'm a viable candidate for a 40-person experimental trial in California. Thereβs a chance, a fighting chance, to participate in a trial using an experimental medication. A trial that showed positive results for nearly half of the participants. It's a long shot, a desperate gamble, but it's my only shot.
This is my last chance. My familyβs last chance. I need to travel to Duarte, California in July or August for up to 28 days for further testing and to begin this experimental treatment. The clinical trial sponsor will cover the research-related costs, but the restβ¦ the travel, the accommodation, the ongoing care, the support for my boys while I'm away...it's a mountain of financial burden. Following my time in California, I will need to travel for consistent observation, weekly or bi-weekly for 3-4 months. This will place an incredible strain on our finances.
This is where I need you. I'm asking for your help. Please share this. Share it everywhere you can. Share it on social media. Share it with your family and friends. This is my ray of hope. If I can cover my travel, my housing, my ongoing care, and the care my boys need while I'm in California, I can partake in this trial and maybe, just maybe, buy myself some more time with them.
Even $1 helps. Every single dollar brings me closer to this chance, closer to California, closer to life, closer to my sons. Please, please share. If you can't donate, please, please share. Sharing is powerful. If I can reach my goal, I can start this treatment. Imagine, if 160 people donated just $50, I'd be on my way. I could give my boys the future they deserve. A future with their mama.
My heart is breaking, but it's also filled with a desperate, tenacious hope. Hope for the future, hope for my family, hope for more time with my precious boys. The thought of leaving them... itβs a pain beyond words. It's a pain that claws at my soul, a pain that makes me want to scream. But I wonβt scream. I will fight. I will fight for my family, for my life, for every precious moment I can steal back from this disease. Please help me do that. Please help me be their mama for many more years to come.
DONATION OPTIONS IF YOUR HEART FEELS CALLED:
CashApp: $HallieDMyers
Zelle: 251-300-1510
Venmo: (Many fake ones created. The correct one says βTHE REAL ONEβ on the photo and i have 8 friends!
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GoFundMe:
My name is Megan Myers, and I am trying to raise donations for my sister, Hallie Myers⦠Megan Myers needs your support for Hallie Myers' Life-Saving Treatment
