From Sepsis to Saved: How I Became a Quad Amputee

I never imagined my life would be split into two parts: before and after. But that’s exactly what happened when I became a quad amputee at 28 years old. This is the story of how I lost my limbs—but gained everything I ever prayed for.

It All Started With Mastitis

My daughter was just four months old. I was deep in the newborn trenches—nursing, changing diapers, and trying to survive on little sleep. I had my 3 year old and newborn while my husband was recovering from Covid. In the meantime, I developed a painful case of mastitis. When I first discovered the clog I did EVERYTHING to try to get it out, but it just kept getting larger. I thought though that once I started my antibiotic the mastitis would clear up.

But it didn’t.

Instead, things got worse—fast. The infection turned into an abscess, and that abscess ruptured. What I thought was a minor breastfeeding complication quickly became something much more serious.

Sepsis Took Over My Body

Within hours, I went into septic shock. My organs were failing. My blood pressure dropped dangerously low. I was rushed to the hospital and placed in a medically induced coma.

I don’t remember those 11 days, but I know they changed everything.

While I was unconscious, the doctors fought to save my life. The ECMO they placed me on had damaged my limbs so badly that the only way to keep me alive was to amputate my left breast and right leg above the knee.

Waking Up to a New Reality

When I woke up, I didn’t fully understand what had happened. I knew I was in the ICU. I could see the fear and pain in my family’s faces. But I didn’t know what was going on. After realizing I wasn’t going to let another minute go by, they finally brought the doctor in to break the news to me of what my body had survived the last 11 days. I grieved the body I had lost/was still losing. I grieved the life I thought I would never have again. I wondered how I would be a mom… how I would cook, clean, drive, hug, hold, live.

And yet—somehow, deep in my spirit—I also felt peace. I accepted my new reality, thanking God that I was still alive!

The Miracle in the Middle of the Storm

I believe with all my heart that Jesus saved me. Not just physically—but spiritually, emotionally, eternally. He preserved my life when doctors weren’t sure I would survive. They had given me a 10% chance of survival, but Jesus never left me. He gave me strength when I had none. He whispered to my heart, “This isn’t the end.”

In my weakest moment, His grace was enough.

2 Corinthians 12:9 says:

“My grace is sufficient for you, for my power is made perfect in weakness.”

I live that truth every single day.

Relearning Everything

Recovery wasn’t easy. I spent a month in physical therapy learning to live without my limbs. I had to re-learn the basics: how to dress myself, how to feed myself, how to be present for my kids in a new way. It was hard, frustrating, and humbling.

But it was also holy.

Because every small victory reminded me: I am still here.

From Trauma to Testimony

Now, I’m living a life I once prayed for, but it looks different then I imagined it. I’m raising two beautiful children and homeschooling them. I’m married to an incredible man that would move heaven and earth for me. And together, we’re building Saved & Sown Farm—a 60-acre dream rooted in self-sufficiency, accessibility, and faith.

What the enemy meant for evil, God is using for good.

Becoming an amputee wasn’t the end of my story. It was the beginning of a life that’s deeper, stronger, and more purpose-driven than I ever imagined. One rooted in Jesus.

If You’re Facing a Hard Chapter…

I see you. I’ve been there. And I want you to know this:

You are not alone.
You are not broken.
And this—whatever this looks like for you—is not the end.

God still has a plan. He still makes beauty from ashes. And He’s not done writing your story.