Seven months ago, we packed up our lives and moved to San Antonio, leaving behind everything and everyone we knew. We thought we were strong. We weighed our pros and cons, the pros included, closer to a children's hospital, better pay, better facilities, closer to the beach, more actives for the kids.
From the moment we arrived, life has thrown relentless challenges our way.
I started my new job at the high school just 24 hours after moving, and the first few days were rough as I adjusted to an entirely new world without the support system we once had.Maddie, our sweet girl with complex medical needs, was not welcomed at her new school. Despite our efforts to make
Then, in the middle of everything, Maddie was hospitalized in Fort Worth for a week. We were relieved when she was finally approved for nursing hours, but that relief was short-lived. The difficulty of her school led to us going through three different nurses in just three weeks.
As we tried to regain some stability, life had other plans. Biscuit broke his arm, requiring surgery and rehab, cutting his football season short. Around the same time, Jay’s mental health declined. Being away at college in San Angelo proved to be too much, and we faced every parent's worst nightmare—substance abuse and a downward spiral. We brought him home, trying to pick up the pieces and help him heal.
Then, my own world at work crumbled. As a teacher, I faced potential lawsuits, grievances, and terroristic threats—all stemming from issues that spiraled beyond my control. My safety, my mental health, and my family's well-being were at risk. I was too scared to go to football games alone. I had no choice but to resign from a job I loved and pull Maddie from her school at the same time.
Just when we thought we could take a breath, Jett was hospitalized. What we assumed would be a quick stay turned into a month-long battle, including time in the ICU. The doctors discovered a diaphragmatic tumor, and he now requires oxygen as we await a plan for his treatment. The day he was finally discharged, Jeremy’s truck broke down. After investigating, we learned that a botched oil change resulted in a blown engine, and we are now locked in a legal battle for the damages.
As we waited for Jett’s next steps, Maddie got sick. Again, we thought it was something minor—just strep and antibiotics. But one week in the hospital later, we discovered she has severe sleep apnea and now requires a ventilator with oxygen at home while awaiting further testing.
To top it all off, life kept throwing curveballs. Our dog unexpectedly had seven puppies, and the day we brought Maddie home from the hospital, last week, we found out all of them had suffered chemical burns from an unknown source. The resulting vet bills were overwhelming, and we ultimately had to surrender them to a foster home.
This season has been relentless. Exhausting. From the very start, nothing has gone as planned— The reserved U-Haul for Jeremy wasn’t available the day we moved. Jay got a flat tire on moving day. Jeremy’s flight back to help finish moving was canceled due to a random international IT shutdown at the airports.
And now, we are here—tired, broken, and unsure of what’s next. Jett has surgery scheduled for April 14. Maddie’s much-anticipated surgery, originally set for April 25, has been pushed back to July. At one point, we even had two kids in two different hospitals at the same time.
This isn't a post for pity. It’s not even a post to vent. It’s just the truth of what life has looked like for us these past months. We knew moving here would be a challenge, but we never expected this level of hardship. The weight of it all—physically, mentally, and emotionally—has been unbearable at times.
Having Jeremy’s mom here has been a huge blessing, but the absence of the family and friends we left behind has left a hole that cannot be filled. The boys miss hunting and their ball teams. I miss my sister. We all miss Granny.
The children's hospital that we lived in for over a month isn't comparable to Cook Childrens. The better facilities are indeed better and beautiful and fun. We haven't even had a chance to visit the beach. We have enjoyed Sea World and Morgan's Wonderland but Jaxon still hasn't landed a team that feels like family.
We are at a crossroads. We need clear direction from God on what to do next. Please keep our family in your prayers as we navigate these next steps. We are exhausted. We believed in our mantra: "We've done harder things." But we weren't prepared for ALL of this.