As many of you know, I’ve spent the last several years writing and sharing pieces of my story.
What many don’t know is that this coming Monday, I’ll be undergoing a major surgery that will last several hours and require a hospital stay afterward.
I’m not quite ready to share all the details yet, but I will say this: the procedure is intended to repair something I’ve likely lived with for most of my life.
For decades, I’ve struggled with severe asthma, unexplained health challenges, and a body that seemed determined to hold on tightly despite every effort to move forward. Like so many things in life, the answers weren’t where I expected to find them.
Over the past several months, doctors have uncovered connections that help explain years of unanswered questions. For the first time, many of the puzzle pieces finally make sense.
Perhaps that’s one reason I felt such a strong urgency to complete the third book in my trilogy before Monday.
The final book is called 𝘼 𝙇𝙚𝙜𝙖𝙘𝙮 𝙤𝙛 𝙇𝙤𝙫𝙚.
I’m not being dramatic when I say there is always risk whenever we place ourselves under anesthesia for several hours. Most people come through without issue, and I fully expect to do the same. But finishing that book brought me a deep sense of peace. It felt important to leave those words behind, just in case.
Thankfully, the manuscript was completed a full week ahead of my surgery date.
As I head into this next chapter, I’m filled with gratitude—for skilled doctors, for answered prayers, for family and friends who have walked beside me, and for the quiet assurance that sometimes God reveals the “why” only after we’ve spent years asking the question.
If you think of me on Monday, I’d appreciate your prayers.
And when the time is right, I’ll share the rest of the story.





























































