How my situation reads

Update: The Fight Keeps Getting More Expensive

I’ve been doing my best to stay strong, but here’s the truth: the numbers are catching up to me.

Between hospital visits, tests, meds, and all the fallout, the total costs have crept up to just under $70,000. I sold our second car just to cover bills. My job’s giving me the side-eye because I can’t work like I used to. And Andrea doesn’t even want me driving — not with chest pain hitting daily.

The must-pay bills: electric, insurance, the car that’s left.

The bills that wait: medical, taxes, internet.

The ones I’ve shoved into collections: credit cards.

Because some things just don’t matter if you’re dead.

I’m still taking nitro for the chest pain, still waiting for answers from more specialists. Still writing scraps on my phone and in notebooks since the computer died.

And yeah — I’m scared.

Scared of the next ER trip.

Scared of losing the job.

Scared that even with all the fight in me, the math won’t add up.

But here’s where you come in. Every donation, every share, every kind word has been keeping me upright when the ground shakes. You’ve kept the lights on. You’ve kept the meds in reach. You’ve kept me alive long enough to keep writing, and I’m not done telling my story yet.

If you can chip in $5, $50, anything — it’s not just money. It’s time. Time for me to fight, to heal, to live.

👉 https://gofund.me/06f84504

Thank you for being part of my stubborn survival.

—Travis