Friends, I owe you an update. This fight is deeply personal, but it’s also universal. It’s about compassion, dignity, and justice. With your help, we can prove that change is possible and that Tiny’s legacy will protect countless others. For the last week and a half, I’ve been very sick. I’ve spent multiple days in doctors’ offices, and finally…after years of symptoms, being dismissed and doubted, and being told “nothing is wrong”…after years of hearing it was all in my head, I finally have another piece of the puzzle: POTS (Postural Orthostatic Tachycardia Syndrome). It’s hard news, but it’s also a relief to finally have a name for what I’ve been fighting. This doesn’t fix everything, but it gives me an answer. A name. Proof that what I’ve felt all these years is real. It doesn’t mean life gets easier. It doesn’t mean I’m “fixed.” But it means I’m heard. It means there’s proof. It means the years of doubt and dismissal weren’t for nothing. This means something big: I now have the trifecta - hEDS, MCAS, and POTS. For those who don’t know, these three often run together, and finally having this diagnosis explains so much of what I’ve been going through. The fainting, the dizziness, the crashing after the smallest effort, it finally has a name. Between this new diagnosis, my stage 3 liver failure, and seizures, life hasn’t gotten easier. But it has made me even more determined. Because I know what it feels like to be unheard, dismissed, and left without protection. And that’s exactly why I refuse to stop fighting for Tiny’s Bill. Because of this, I had to slow down…my body demanded it. But please hear this clearly and know: I have not slowed down in my heart. I have not forgotten Tiny’s Bill. Not for one moment. It’s in Tiny’s story, and it’s in mine. Tiny’s Bill is still my mission, my fight, and my promise. This fight matters. I may not be famous, but I promise my heart is just as committed. I want to make a difference, because just because it’s not important to the masses doesn’t mean it isn’t important to those of us who live it every day. We mean something too. Disabled voices matter. Service dogs matter. Tiny’s Bill matters. We matter. I couldn’t keep up with packets or daily posts without letting my body crash. Unfortunately, I’ve just had to take a step back so my body can keep moving forward. But this diagnosis doesn’t end my fight. It sharpens it. Because I know now, more than ever, that our voices matter - even when they tremble. So I ask this of you: please keep sharing the petition. Tell a friend, post it on your social media, send it to someone who cares about disability rights or service animals. Together, we can make sure Congress hears us loud and clear. Thank you for your support and patience while I rest, recover, and keep pushing. Because no matter how hard this road gets - I was born for this, and so was Tiny’s Bill. We will keep going - together.