My name is Eva Fuller, and I’m writing this with more pain than I ever thought I could carry — physically, emotionally, and financially.

Three years ago, I lost my beautiful 32-year-old sister to a rare autoimmune disease. It shattered my heart and changed my family forever. Now, I’m facing the unbearable reality of watching another sister suffer from yet another rare autoimmune condition. And somehow, through it all, I’ve been fighting my own battle — an autoimmune disease that is aggressively attacking my body… and my eyes.

My vision has rapidly deteriorated. I’ve already had a cornea transplant, but it was rejected. I’m now scheduled for another one, and after that, we’ll need to begin work on my other eye. Each step is urgent, expensive, and terrifying. Losing my sight feels like losing pieces of my life, one blurry day at a time.

As if that wasn’t enough, I recently broke my wrist. I haven’t been able to afford proper treatment, so it’s healing improperly — painfully and deformed. It affects everything I do. I’m a mother of two small children who need me every day, and I can no longer work due to my health. The guilt of not being able to provide for them the way I used to is crushing.

The weight of medical bills has buried me. Appointments, procedures, medications — they add up fast, and there’s no relief in sight. I’ve tried to stay strong, but I’m exhausted. I’m not just fighting a disease — I’m fighting to stay present for my children, to keep my independence, and to hold on to what little health I have left.

If you’ve taken the time to read this, thank you. Your help — whether it’s a donation or simply sharing my story — could make the difference between darkness and light, despair and hope. I just want a chance to heal, to see my children grow, and to finally breathe without fear of what tomorrow might bring.