Tumor in trachea partial trachea removal surgery

My name is Bella, and I first came to my dad in a dream. At only a couple of months old, I fell from the giving tree out in the middle of a field by an expressway. My friend, a couple of months older than I... Tragically didn't survive the the fall. I was lost and alone as I grew hungry, and then hungrier. I was left with no other option....I was absolutely terrified but I needed to survive. That's when I met my daddy, Nolan. He found me eating my friend that day. Through all the embarrassment and suffering, I knew immediately he would forever be my best friend and keep me safe. Lo and behold I have been by his side for 12 years afterwards. In these 12 years I have lived the happiest, dearly loving and most free life that most dogs don't get to experience. I fell in love and had 11 beautiful, unique and very intuitive children that grew to move the world just as much as I do. Each, of course, having incredible powers. I have ventured through deep forests, making many friends along my journeys such as crows, deer, and stinky kitties (skunks... She had a whole family of them that loved her like their own). Taking my daughter Sofia and picking up each and every one of my doggy friends along the way, house by house, to set off on our adventures. Then dropping each back off by nightfall. I loved visiting with all of my dearest friends from the community, in which I spent most of my days, gathering around bonfires to join in singing songs and speaking great wisdom. I have survived house fires, biblical level floods, and earthquakes... But now ... my hardest, and most difficult struggle and obstacle is what we believe to be the soft tissue growth in my trachea airway. I suffocate day in, and day out. I am unable to swallow food or water with ease, and most times go blue for trying to gain the nutrients to stay strong enough to fight. I have on a regular 15 attacks an hour, most are extremely difficult to come back from and get mouth to snout from mommy and daddy. Its impossible for me to get any rest, and I grow weaker and weaker by the day. I only receive a total of 5 hours of sleep a week, and I'm on 24 hr watch by my mommy and daddy. In which they are shift switching, and one or the other is awake for some times 29 hours. This has been slowly progressing from the beginning to middle of April... But I had to be revived five times from July 1st - July 21st, now my heart is slightly enlarged and I am at high risk of heart attacks. My sidekick in crime fighting and world tours, my beloved daughter Sofia, is watching me suffer heavily. She has gained a deep depression where she whines constantly, refuses food, and refuses to leave my side. She is ripping her hair out creating deep gashes along her hips and feet from the stress of my suffering. She is depleting day by day.

My name is Bella, I am exhausted and on my last stitch. I beg you to please help me.