09/03/2026
Thank you. I don’t think I will ever be able to say it enough.
Thank you to Memorial Sloan Kettering. Thank you to Ronald McDonald House. Thank you to Dr. Gerstle for saying yes to Atlas when we desperately needed someone to say yes. Thank you to every doctor, nurse and person who has loved and cared for my baby through all of this.
Thank you to Atlas’s team in Iowa for fighting alongside me. For working with insurance, sending appeal after appeal, accommodating us through the absolute chaos that became our lives and helping me get Atlas to MSK. Thank you for all the hard work you have done for Atlas and for making sure I feel supported in this.
Thank you to the flight donors at aero angel, the private pilots and every person who donated their time and resources to get Atlas where he needed to be safely. Thank you Rural Rumps Bbq, for everything you have done to help us in NYC and to help get us home.
Thank you to every single person who donated. Whether you helped pay for travel, groceries, or simply sent me enough to grab a coffee or get the kids ice cream on a horrible day, it mattered. Thank you to everyone who shared Atlas’s story, prayed for him, checked on us, sent us kind messages and continued loving my little boy from hundreds or even thousands of miles away.
I’m just a single mom of two beautiful children who has spent the last year and a half trying to do one thing: save my baby.
And somewhere in the middle of trying to save Atlas, I’ve also been trying to still be Gaia’s mom. Trying to make sure she knows she is just as loved when cancer has demanded so much of my time. Trying to figure out how to be in two places at once when my children have been 800 miles apart. Trying to hold our little family together while hospitals, surgeries, chemotherapy, insurance fights and traveling across the country became our normal.
There have been so many times I genuinely did not know how I was going to do this. I just knew giving up was never an option.
May 8th, 2025 changed our lives forever. Since then I have watched my baby go through things no child should ever have to go through. I have watched him endure round after round of chemotherapy, immunotherapy, countless hospital stays, blood transfusions and two massive surgeries. I have watched cancer take pieces of his childhood and completely turn our family’s life upside down.
But for the first time since that horrific day, I can finally see a light at the end of the tunnel. There is hope. There is potential for remission. It means everything to finally be able to say that.
We still have more fighting to do. We are not at the finish line yet. But Atlas is here. His abdominal tumor is out. And after everything that has happened, after all the times I was terrified I was going to lose him, I get to look at him and have hope for his future.
Without all of you, I genuinely do not know if we would be standing where we are today. Atlas would not have gotten the surgeries that helped save his life without an entire army of people helping me get him there.
I am one mom. I could never have done this alone. So from a mom who was simply trying to save her baby while loving both of her children through the hardest chapter of our lives, thank you.
Thank you for helping me fight for him. Thank you for helping me get him there. Thank you for loving Atlas. There just aren’t enough words. We love every single one of you. 💛