Bleeding Tags

I am a single mom living with my parents. I am helping out with the finances as much as I can. My sister is also living with my parents and is unable to find a job. She has 3 kids that are here sometimes. My other sister is graduating college (today) and has so far been unable to get a job. My mom is a retired school teacher and my dad is a soon to be retired farmer as he is no longer capable of the physical labor. As you can see money is VERY tight. My mom has had some major health problems and right now we have a $2300 hospital bill over our head as well as $130 in additional medical bills. She is diabetic and has recently been diagnosed with bleeding retinas and could go blind at any time. I am trying to get the money together to get the hospital paid off so we can take her to the Grand Canyon which has always been her dream.

I am seeking help to pay for my son's college tuition and associated fees. My son has been accepted to Berklee College of Music in Boston, MA. It is an honor for anyone to be accepted to this esteemed institution, however my son's story is quite exceptional. When he was 10 years old, he nearly lost his right arm due to a post-surgical bleed. He was diagnosed with a bleeding disorder known as von Willebrands. He has been left with a disabled arm and hand. He only has use of his thumb on his right hand. His childhood was comprised of surgeries and infusions. When he was 12 years old, he asked if he could buy a guitar. He was so happy because he had seen Tommy Emmanuel playing guitar with a thumb pick on television. He purchased the guitar and began working on a technique to play. He can only use his thumb to pick the guitar strings and must hold his fingers in a special position so that he does not mute the strings. His goal since age 12 has been to study at Berklee. It is an honor to be accepted to such a fine school. Despite a severe disability he has been able to achieve this remarkable goal. Financing his education is going to be extremely difficult. Berklee is an expensive college and scholarships seem scarce. If you know of any scholarships that would be available for him please let me know. If you feel like you want to donate, it is much appreciated. Thank you so much for your time.

My daughter and I are in need of finding a place of our own. These past couple months have been extremely hard because of the death of my mother. We were all living together and my mom was splitting the rent with me and I was working to take care of her. She was sick with Cancer and she had the operation and we all thought she was going to be okay. She did not recover like we expected and she ended up going in a Rehabilitation Center and we visited her often until she came home. I am the youngest of her children. I have 3 brothers and 1 sister and we are called the Berry 5. We were allways known as the Berry Family from the time we were little. My mom started to do better and we were so happy to have her home. It came time for her to Start Chemotherapy and Radiation. She was scared but I and my sister talked her into it because we knew the doctors had told us that she needed it because the cancer had spread to her lymp nodes and when they did the surgery they were not able to get everything. My mom had done one week of Radiation and she went in for one session of Chemo. The same day she had Chemo she seemed fine and then 2 days later she was having fevers, throwing up and so extremely weak. I thought it was because of the Chemo because that is what was explained to us. My concern was she couldn't keep anything down. I needed to give her medication for her Diabetes and High Blood Pressure but everytime I gave her anything, it all came up and so I was so scared because her blood sugar was high and I didn't want it to get any higher. She began to complain of stomach pain and I thought it was another side effect of the Chemo. For a couple days of her vomiting and having diarrhea, I was able to get some fluids down her and it seemed to stay. Little by little we both thought she was doing better. Her strength was not there though, it was difficult for her to even get up to go to the bathroom. The following day she continued to vomit and I was scared so I told her she needed to go to the hospital, because I felt that they could help her more. They could give her medications through an IV and they could find out why she was so weak and everything. She was scared and did not want to go but I convinced her. The ambulance came and took her to the hospital. I tried to follow her but I had to pick up my 11 year old daughter from school. I did go and they would not let me go back right away. I told them my mom had been brought in and they told me she wasn't checked in yet. About 20 minutes passed and I went back up to the window and they told me they would see if the doctor would let me back there and they were saying my daughter couldn't come back there because she wasn't 14, I told them she is only 11 years old and I'm not leaving her in the waiting room with strangers and that she was coming back there with me. They finally let us in and we went back to see my mom. I couldn't believe they had her hooked up to so many machines and she was on morphine and so out of it. I walked up to her and I said Ma, I'm here and she turned and looked at me. She was happy to see me, but then she told me that they told her, they found blood in her stools. I told her it was probably just do to her Hemorrhoids. but she said they told her it was positive for something. I asked her for what and she didn't know. I began looking for the doctor so I could ask questions but he wasn't around and everyone I talked to told me the doctor would be in soon to go over my mom's condition. I stayed with my mom, just holding her hand, telling her I loved her and that she was going to be okay. They came in to take her to have an ultrasound and my daughter and I waited. The doctor finally came in and told me that my mom had an abcess in her stomach that had burst. I said what are you talking about? He said that she had a condition called peridonitis and that the abcess burst and was releasing all this poison inside her stomach and her blood pressure was dropping dramatically. He then told me it was too dangerous for them to operate at that time because her INR level to to high. My mom had been taking Cumadin for a blood clot that she previously had and the cumadin made her INR level extremely high and her blood was not clotting so they said if they did surgery, she would bleed out. They said they needed to correct it by giving her lots of blood products and they gave her all kinds of strong antibiotics and blood and plasma. They were pumping so much stuff into her, I didn't know what to do. Her blood pressure was like 85/60 and then like 76/40 and it was getting lower and lower. They had her hooked up to so many IVs and then they told me that she was the sickest person they had in the ER. So many doctors and interns and students and nurses overcrowded my mom's room. I called my sister and told her what was going on and she came down to be with me and my daughter. They told us they would do all they could for my mom but that it didn't look good. I began to pray, my mom had always taught me to pray and give things over to god. As the night went on, they decided to put an IV in my moms neck, they said it was more direct and if and when she went to surgery it would be better to have that in place. They made us leave the room and they had like 10 people in there with there machines and cameras and equipment to help guide them where to put the IV at. I had never gone through this before and I was so scared but I was keeping my faith. One doctor wanted to talk to me and my sister alone and I didn't want to hear him telling me anything negative. He asked us a lot of questions concerning my mom's health and history. He then told us that she was in acute renal failure and that her colon was damaged where the abcess bursts and fecal was being released into her abdomen. This is the last thing I wanted to hear. I asked him if they could fix it, he said they would do all they could but that their main focus was trying to bring her INR levels down because they were dangerously high. She was also anemic and that is why she was so weak, her blood level was extremely low. They were continuously giving her blood products, antibiotics and plasma. My sister decided to take my daughter home with her. I told her I would call her when I knew when they were going to do surgery. The surgeon had spoken to us and said that it was a good chance, and that operating was her only chance and once her blood level was corrected that they would go in and repair the damage. I felt some what relieved but as the night went on she was in a fight for her life. The main doctor working on my mom's case came and told me that her breathing was not getting any better and that he needed to put her to sleep so he could intubate her and put a breathing tube down her throat. He said it would be good to have anyways so that she would be ready when they went to surgery. There was nothing I could do except walk out of the room and wait. I continued to pray and wait and pray and wait. Hours went by and I would walk and peek inside the room and see my mom's blood pressure increasing some, this gave me hope but then the doctor would come and tell me it wasn't looking like she was improving and that we needed to prepare that she might not make it through the night. i couldn't believe what he was telling me. I called my sister and my brother and told them , they were praying as well. I didn't know who to listen to, one doctor is telling me it's hopeless and the surgeon is telling me it's a good chance she would be okay once taken to surgery. I sat in the hall because they wouldn't let me back in and they stayed with her at all times, monitoring her and giving her medicine and all the blood and stuff back to back. Then they came out in the hall and told me they were ready to take her to surgery. They said she might not hear you but you can still talk to her. I walked up to her lying there, so still and I told her how much I loved her and i told her to fight and that we would do it togther and that I would be here when she woke up and that I was not leaving her. The surgeon put me in the OR waiting room. I was all alone in there by myself. I waited and waited and only 20 mins went by and a security guard told me there was a cafe there and if I wanted to go grab a cup of coffee that I could. I went downstairs and got the coffee, as soon as I reached the OR floor I saw the surgeon standing there, he walked over to me and he said, I'm sorry but your mom's heart stopped during surgery and we revived her but then it stopped again and he said I don't we can get it back. My whole world just crumbled, I began screaming and crying and I fell to the floor. I was just askig God why. Why is this happening? This security lady came over to comfort me and began telling me how sorry she was and asked me if I had any family I could call. I called my sister and told her and she said she was on her way down. She lived in another city about 45 mins away. I was still on the ground just broken and this lady began to tell me that God would help me and give me the strength to go on. She asked me if I had any children, I told her I had a daughter, and she told me I needed to be strong for her. I wasn't trying to hear all that. My whole world was ripped right from under me. A couple of doctors and this lady helped me off the floor and the surgeon that came out , came out again and told me they would take me back to see her. They brought out a wheelchair and wheeled me back there and when they opened the door, my god I just saw them on top of her doing chest compressions and I was just screaming and then the surgeon is telling me I need to make a decision because everytime they do that, they are hurting her and he said, you don't want her to suffer anymore. I was just waiting on my sister4. I didn't want to make that call but I didn't want them pounding her chest in so I told them to stop. It killed in me inside. They wheeled me over to her and I just cried. My mom was only 60 years old and she had her whole life ahead of her and I don't understand why any of this happened. She was such a beautiful person and she had been a christian for 33 years. SHe loved the lord and she raised me and my siblings up in the church. I couldn't believe that she was gone because I had prayed and prayed and I just knew that God would spare her life. I lost my real father at the age of 16 and even then I didn't know him. I always had my mom and she remarried when I was 11 years old. She had been married for 19 years and my step father passed away in July of 2008. He was a sickly person and she took care of him and nursed him for all those years. He had diabetes, high blood pressure, prostate cancer, he was on dialysis for kidney failure, he had a four by pass surgery and he was in and out of the hospitals for years. She suffered so much seeing him suffer and taking care of him, he took what little strength she had. But because he was her husband she did all she could to help him and she loved him so much. So now all remains is just me and my siblings. It's hard because my mom was my best friend. I can't remember a time when she wasn't around. We did everything together and we lived together for years and I took care of her. I wanted so bad for her to be okay and to make it through surgery, I had been taught for years about the love of Jesus and I couldn't understand what he chose to take her away from her children and grandchildren. We had a two bedroom apartment and she had her room and my daughter and I shared a room. After she died, I went home that morning with my sister and I stayed over there for the remainder of the day. The whole day was just hurting, crying and calling the rest of the family. I felt so bad because my youngest brother, say youngest because he is the youngest of my 3 brothers, even though they are all older than me. He came to the hospital to see my mom but he thought she was still alive and the doctors didn't tell him, they let him in the room and she was already covered up and he walked in and was like, it's over ?? he couldn't believe it , he just broke down. One of the nurses that was in the OR called my sister and he was crying, apologizing to us because he thought my brother already knew. He told us how sorry he was. Now my family is broken, my mom was the rock that held us all together. We didn't have money growing up, we didn't have a lot of the finer things in life but we had love. She loved us like no one could. She did it all for her children and most importantly she taught us about God. She lived her life for Jesus, she would pray on a regular basis, read her bible daily, go to church often as she could and when things looked hopeless she took them to god in prayer. She prayed not only for her children, grandchildren and siblings but for people all over the world, she would pray for all the countries and for the sick and homeless and anyone she could pray for. She gave over the years endlessly to Trinity Broadcasting Network, Feed the children, CBN, David Terrell Ministries, Boys Town, Children International, Food For All and to so many others. Month after month, year after year she was giving. She taught us how to give and there were times when we would just make food and take it to the park to give to the homeless, bottled water, sandwiches, noodles, chicken or whatever we could. She would never turn down a person needing help or asking for spare change, she would give freely. She would tell me all the time, it's better to give than to receive and that god would bless me. So I began giving as well, I would call and donate and try to help whenever I could. My mom was also a big giver to the goodwill. Over the years we gave so much, and everytime they would ask if we wanted a donation paper for a tax write off she would say no. she didn't want that, she was giving freely and she didn't want anything in return. That's who she was, she was the person who would mentor you and talk to you about Jesus and how over the years he brought her and our family through so many trials and tribulations. SHe praised god for everything, for the good times and the bad. She used to always tell me to be thankful and to praise god. Now there were times when i was suffering so much and I didn't want to praise god, I wanted god to help me and at the time it seemed like he wasn't. My mom was always there to tell me baby, hold on.. give your burdens over to the lord and he will help you and supply all your needs. I realized that he did just that. I remember when she had surgery for the cancer and she was wondering why god allowed her to come down with that. It was hard for her because her faith was shaken then. She couldn't believe after she was faithful to him for so many years that he would allow her to suffer so horribly and there my sister and I were telling her that she would be okay, that God loved her still and he had not forsaken her and that he would bring her through this. She was so discouraged at the time but we would not let up. She couldn't believe this was her children mentoring and encouragiing her as she had done for us over the years. She told me, she was happy and she felt relieved that her living and everything she had taught us was not in vain. She was thankful to God that we were listening to her and by example we followed her footsteps. She began to get better and we thought she would be okay. My mom was a pure Christian, she didn't drink, didn't smoke, didn't do drugs, didn't curse. She would make you turn the tv channel if you were watching something that cursed. She loved her cowboys though. Her favorites were Bonanza, The rifle man, High Chapparal, Wagon Train, The Virginian and so many others. She also loved the old shows, the clean shows, the original dennis the menace, columbo, family affair, petticoat junction, I married joan, hawai five o, the streets of san francisco, i spy, murder she wrote, in the heat of the night, matlock, the big vally, dr quinn, little house on the prairie, family ties, good times, 227, what's happening, the jeffersons, the brady bunch and so many others. Her favorite game shows were The price is right, deal or no deal, let's make a deal, the newlywed game, match game and who wants to be a millionaire. I loved spending time with my mom, she was someone I could always talk to and she would never judge me, she would tell me how much she loved me and how proud she was of me. She taught me how to carry myself as a lady and she taught me how to stand up for myself and I owe her so much. I felt like I let her down that night she was in the hospital and I told her she would be okay and that I would be waiting for her when she woke up but she never woke up. I felt that made me a liar. I had been taking care of my mom for months and I was preparing her meals, giving her medications on schedule and was taking her to her appointments and running errands for her. My mom had been weak for so long because before she found out she had cancer she was bleeding perfusely having vaginal bleeding and they made her very anemic. Before surgery she had 4 transfusions and then after surgery she had 2 more. She never got all her strength back and after she had the first surgery, she was too weak that they sent her to Ballard Rehabilitation and they were working on getting her strength back and getting her up and walking. She did so much better when she was in there and when she came home, they sent out a home health nurse, a physcialy therapist and an occupational therapist. They began doing exercises with her and the physical therapist thought it would benefit my mom to have some help with getting around. So she ordered her an walker , the kind that had a seat on it, she ordered her a wheel chair, a raised toilet seat with the rails and a shower chair and shower bench. So when my mom started walking more better she was using her walker all the time, it was helping her because she had the support to keep her from falling and when she got tired , she could just sit down. I did all I could to take care of her, on a daily basis. She was not strong enough to shower herself, so I bought the shower hose and I began to shower her daily, dress her and do everything for her but I loved her so much and I didn't care what I had to do, she was my mom. There were days when she thought she was a burden to me and she would tell me, that I work to hard and that she was sorry she was not able to do things for herself and i would immediately tell her to stop talking like that. I would tell her, she was my mom, I loved her and wanted to look after her and that she wasn't a burden on me. That she took care of me when I was little and over the years and now it was my turn to take care of her. She told me a couple weeks before she passed away , you said, you really stood by your mom, when all the others went on their way. you stood by your mom. She said, I don't know what I would have done with out you. She said I don't know how I would have made it and she said god is really going to bless you and he will remember everything you did for your mother. She told me how special I was and now that she is gone , I remember everything she ever told me. It has been so hard, going through all her things and seeing all the cards and letters she gave me over the years. Everybody keeps telling me it will get better but I don't see that happening. I can't go one day without crying for missing her so much. I am grateful because she is not in any more pain but I am hurting so badly without her. I have a big sister but we have never been that close, she seems to want to spend more time with me now but nobody could ever feel that empty space inside my heart for my mother. I recently moved in with my brother and I want so desperately for me and my daughter to be able to get a place of our own. It costs so much to pay for first and last months rent and I have this old 1994 car that has been giving me so much trouble and I am barely scraping along , just trying to make it. I would appreciate any help I am given. If anyone can find it in their heart to help me and my daughter move out and get our own place or simply help us with the day to day necessities, it would be greatly appreciated.

My daughter and I are in need of finding a place of our own. These past couple months have been extremely hard because of the death of my mother. We were all living together and my mom was splitting the rent with me and I was working to take care of her. She was sick with Cancer and she had the operation and we all thought she was going to be okay. She did not recover like we expected and she ended up going in a Rehabilitation Center and we visited her often until she came home. I am the youngest of her children. I have 3 brothers and 1 sister and we are called the Berry 5. We were allways known as the Berry Family from the time we were little. My mom started to do better and we were so happy to have her home. It came time for her to Start Chemotherapy and Radiation. She was scared but I and my sister talked her into it because we knew the doctors had told us that she needed it because the cancer had spread to her lymp nodes and when they did the surgery they were not able to get everything. My mom had done one week of Radiation and she went in for one session of Chemo. The same day she had Chemo she seemed fine and then 2 days later she was having fevers, throwing up and so extremely weak. I thought it was because of the Chemo because that is what was explained to us. My concern was she couldn't keep anything down. I needed to give her medication for her Diabetes and High Blood Pressure but everytime I gave her anything, it all came up and so I was so scared because her blood sugar was high and I didn't want it to get any higher. She began to complain of stomach pain and I thought it was another side effect of the Chemo. For a couple days of her vomiting and having diarrhea, I was able to get some fluids down her and it seemed to stay. Little by little we both thought she was doing better. Her strength was not there though, it was difficult for her to even get up to go to the bathroom. The following day she continued to vomit and I was scared so I told her she needed to go to the hospital, because I felt that they could help her more. They could give her medications through an IV and they could find out why she was so weak and everything. She was scared and did not want to go but I convinced her. The ambulance came and took her to the hospital. I tried to follow her but I had to pick up my 11 year old daughter from school. I did go and they would not let me go back right away. I told them my mom had been brought in and they told me she wasn't checked in yet. About 20 minutes passed and I went back up to the window and they told me they would see if the doctor would let me back there and they were saying my daughter couldn't come back there because she wasn't 14, I told them she is only 11 years old and I'm not leaving her in the waiting room with strangers and that she was coming back there with me. They finally let us in and we went back to see my mom. I couldn't believe they had her hooked up to so many machines and she was on morphine and so out of it. I walked up to her and I said Ma, I'm here and she turned and looked at me. She was happy to see me, but then she told me that they told her, they found blood in her stools. I told her it was probably just do to her Hemorrhoids. but she said they told her it was positive for something. I asked her for what and she didn't know. I began looking for the doctor so I could ask questions but he wasn't around and everyone I talked to told me the doctor would be in soon to go over my mom's condition. I stayed with my mom, just holding her hand, telling her I loved her and that she was going to be okay. They came in to take her to have an ultrasound and my daughter and I waited. The doctor finally came in and told me that my mom had an abcess in her stomach that had burst. I said what are you talking about? He said that she had a condition called peridonitis and that the abcess burst and was releasing all this poison inside her stomach and her blood pressure was dropping dramatically. He then told me it was too dangerous for them to operate at that time because her INR level to to high. My mom had been taking Cumadin for a blood clot that she previously had and the cumadin made her INR level extremely high and her blood was not clotting so they said if they did surgery, she would bleed out. They said they needed to correct it by giving her lots of blood products and they gave her all kinds of strong antibiotics and blood and plasma. They were pumping so much stuff into her, I didn't know what to do. Her blood pressure was like 85/60 and then like 76/40 and it was getting lower and lower. They had her hooked up to so many IVs and then they told me that she was the sickest person they had in the ER. So many doctors and interns and students and nurses overcrowded my mom's room. I called my sister and told her what was going on and she came down to be with me and my daughter. They told us they would do all they could for my mom but that it didn't look good. I began to pray, my mom had always taught me to pray and give things over to god. As the night went on, they decided to put an IV in my moms neck, they said it was more direct and if and when she went to surgery it would be better to have that in place. They made us leave the room and they had like 10 people in there with there machines and cameras and equipment to help guide them where to put the IV at. I had never gone through this before and I was so scared but I was keeping my faith. One doctor wanted to talk to me and my sister alone and I didn't want to hear him telling me anything negative. He asked us a lot of questions concerning my mom's health and history. He then told us that she was in acute renal failure and that her colon was damaged where the abcess bursts and fecal was being released into her abdomen. This is the last thing I wanted to hear. I asked him if they could fix it, he said they would do all they could but that their main focus was trying to bring her INR levels down because they were dangerously high. She was also anemic and that is why she was so weak, her blood level was extremely low. They were continuously giving her blood products, antibiotics and plasma. My sister decided to take my daughter home with her. I told her I would call her when I knew when they were going to do surgery. The surgeon had spoken to us and said that it was a good chance, and that operating was her only chance and once her blood level was corrected that they would go in and repair the damage. I felt some what relieved but as the night went on she was in a fight for her life. The main doctor working on my mom's case came and told me that her breathing was not getting any better and that he needed to put her to sleep so he could intubate her and put a breathing tube down her throat. He said it would be good to have anyways so that she would be ready when they went to surgery. There was nothing I could do except walk out of the room and wait. I continued to pray and wait and pray and wait. Hours went by and I would walk and peek inside the room and see my mom's blood pressure increasing some, this gave me hope but then the doctor would come and tell me it wasn't looking like she was improving and that we needed to prepare that she might not make it through the night. i couldn't believe what he was telling me. I called my sister and my brother and told them , they were praying as well. I didn't know who to listen to, one doctor is telling me it's hopeless and the surgeon is telling me it's a good chance she would be okay once taken to surgery. I sat in the hall because they wouldn't let me back in and they stayed with her at all times, monitoring her and giving her medicine and all the blood and stuff back to back. Then they came out in the hall and told me they were ready to take her to surgery. They said she might not hear you but you can still talk to her. I walked up to her lying there, so still and I told her how much I loved her and i told her to fight and that we would do it togther and that I would be here when she woke up and that I was not leaving her. The surgeon put me in the OR waiting room. I was all alone in there by myself. I waited and waited and only 20 mins went by and a security guard told me there was a cafe there and if I wanted to go grab a cup of coffee that I could. I went downstairs and got the coffee, as soon as I reached the OR floor I saw the surgeon standing there, he walked over to me and he said, I'm sorry but your mom's heart stopped during surgery and we revived her but then it stopped again and he said I don't we can get it back. My whole world just crumbled, I began screaming and crying and I fell to the floor. I was just askig God why. Why is this happening? This security lady came over to comfort me and began telling me how sorry she was and asked me if I had any family I could call. I called my sister and told her and she said she was on her way down. She lived in another city about 45 mins away. I was still on the ground just broken and this lady began to tell me that God would help me and give me the strength to go on. She asked me if I had any children, I told her I had a daughter, and she told me I needed to be strong for her. I wasn't trying to hear all that. My whole world was ripped right from under me. A couple of doctors and this lady helped me off the floor and the surgeon that came out , came out again and told me they would take me back to see her. They brought out a wheelchair and wheeled me back there and when they opened the door, my god I just saw them on top of her doing chest compressions and I was just screaming and then the surgeon is telling me I need to make a decision because everytime they do that, they are hurting her and he said, you don't want her to suffer anymore. I was just waiting on my sister4. I didn't want to make that call but I didn't want them pounding her chest in so I told them to stop. It killed in me inside. They wheeled me over to her and I just cried. My mom was only 60 years old and she had her whole life ahead of her and I don't understand why any of this happened. She was such a beautiful person and she had been a christian for 33 years. SHe loved the lord and she raised me and my siblings up in the church. I couldn't believe that she was gone because I had prayed and prayed and I just knew that God would spare her life. I lost my real father at the age of 16 and even then I didn't know him. I always had my mom and she remarried when I was 11 years old. She had been married for 19 years and my step father passed away in July of 2008. He was a sickly person and she took care of him and nursed him for all those years. He had diabetes, high blood pressure, prostate cancer, he was on dialysis for kidney failure, he had a four by pass surgery and he was in and out of the hospitals for years. She suffered so much seeing him suffer and taking care of him, he took what little strength she had. But because he was her husband she did all she could to help him and she loved him so much. So now all remains is just me and my siblings. It's hard because my mom was my best friend. I can't remember a time when she wasn't around. We did everything together and we lived together for years and I took care of her. I wanted so bad for her to be okay and to make it through surgery, I had been taught for years about the love of Jesus and I couldn't understand what he chose to take her away from her children and grandchildren. We had a two bedroom apartment and she had her room and my daughter and I shared a room. After she died, I went home that morning with my sister and I stayed over there for the remainder of the day. The whole day was just hurting, crying and calling the rest of the family. I felt so bad because my youngest brother, say youngest because he is the youngest of my 3 brothers, even though they are all older than me. He came to the hospital to see my mom but he thought she was still alive and the doctors didn't tell him, they let him in the room and she was already covered up and he walked in and was like, it's over ?? he couldn't believe it , he just broke down. One of the nurses that was in the OR called my sister and he was crying, apologizing to us because he thought my brother already knew. He told us how sorry he was. Now my family is broken, my mom was the rock that held us all together. We didn't have money growing up, we didn't have a lot of the finer things in life but we had love. She loved us like no one could. She did it all for her children and most importantly she taught us about God. She lived her life for Jesus, she would pray on a regular basis, read her bible daily, go to church often as she could and when things looked hopeless she took them to god in prayer. She prayed not only for her children, grandchildren and siblings but for people all over the world, she would pray for all the countries and for the sick and homeless and anyone she could pray for. She gave over the years endlessly to Trinity Broadcasting Network, Feed the children, CBN, David Terrell Ministries, Boys Town, Children International, Food For All and to so many others. Month after month, year after year she was giving. She taught us how to give and there were times when we would just make food and take it to the park to give to the homeless, bottled water, sandwiches, noodles, chicken or whatever we could. She would never turn down a person needing help or asking for spare change, she would give freely. She would tell me all the time, it's better to give than to receive and that god would bless me. So I began giving as well, I would call and donate and try to help whenever I could. My mom was also a big giver to the goodwill. Over the years we gave so much, and everytime they would ask if we wanted a donation paper for a tax write off she would say no. she didn't want that, she was giving freely and she didn't want anything in return. That's who she was, she was the person who would mentor you and talk to you about Jesus and how over the years he brought her and our family through so many trials and tribulations. SHe praised god for everything, for the good times and the bad. She used to always tell me to be thankful and to praise god. Now there were times when i was suffering so much and I didn't want to praise god, I wanted god to help me and at the time it seemed like he wasn't. My mom was always there to tell me baby, hold on.. give your burdens over to the lord and he will help you and supply all your needs. I realized that he did just that. I remember when she had surgery for the cancer and she was wondering why god allowed her to come down with that. It was hard for her because her faith was shaken then. She couldn't believe after she was faithful to him for so many years that he would allow her to suffer so horribly and there my sister and I were telling her that she would be okay, that God loved her still and he had not forsaken her and that he would bring her through this. She was so discouraged at the time but we would not let up. She couldn't believe this was her children mentoring and encouragiing her as she had done for us over the years. She told me, she was happy and she felt relieved that her living and everything she had taught us was not in vain. She was thankful to God that we were listening to her and by example we followed her footsteps. She began to get better and we thought she would be okay. My mom was a pure Christian, she didn't drink, didn't smoke, didn't do drugs, didn't curse. She would make you turn the tv channel if you were watching something that cursed. She loved her cowboys though. Her favorites were Bonanza, The rifle man, High Chapparal, Wagon Train, The Virginian and so many others. She also loved the old shows, the clean shows, the original dennis the menace, columbo, family affair, petticoat junction, I married joan, hawai five o, the streets of san francisco, i spy, murder she wrote, in the heat of the night, matlock, the big vally, dr quinn, little house on the prairie, family ties, good times, 227, what's happening, the jeffersons, the brady bunch and so many others. Her favorite game shows were The price is right, deal or no deal, let's make a deal, the newlywed game, match game and who wants to be a millionaire. I loved spending time with my mom, she was someone I could always talk to and she would never judge me, she would tell me how much she loved me and how proud she was of me. She taught me how to carry myself as a lady and she taught me how to stand up for myself and I owe her so much. I felt like I let her down that night she was in the hospital and I told her she would be okay and that I would be waiting for her when she woke up but she never woke up. I felt that made me a liar. I had been taking care of my mom for months and I was preparing her meals, giving her medications on schedule and was taking her to her appointments and running errands for her. My mom had been weak for so long because before she found out she had cancer she was bleeding perfusely having vaginal bleeding and they made her very anemic. Before surgery she had 4 transfusions and then after surgery she had 2 more. She never got all her strength back and after she had the first surgery, she was too weak that they sent her to Ballard Rehabilitation and they were working on getting her strength back and getting her up and walking. She did so much better when she was in there and when she came home, they sent out a home health nurse, a physcialy therapist and an occupational therapist. They began doing exercises with her and the physical therapist thought it would benefit my mom to have some help with getting around. So she ordered her an walker , the kind that had a seat on it, she ordered her a wheel chair, a raised toilet seat with the rails and a shower chair and shower bench. So when my mom started walking more better she was using her walker all the time, it was helping her because she had the support to keep her from falling and when she got tired , she could just sit down. I did all I could to take care of her, on a daily basis. She was not strong enough to shower herself, so I bought the shower hose and I began to shower her daily, dress her and do everything for her but I loved her so much and I didn't care what I had to do, she was my mom. There were days when she thought she was a burden to me and she would tell me, that I work to hard and that she was sorry she was not able to do things for herself and i would immediately tell her to stop talking like that. I would tell her, she was my mom, I loved her and wanted to look after her and that she wasn't a burden on me. That she took care of me when I was little and over the years and now it was my turn to take care of her. She told me a couple weeks before she passed away , you said, you really stood by your mom, when all the others went on their way. you stood by your mom. She said, I don't know what I would have done with out you. She said I don't know how I would have made it and she said god is really going to bless you and he will remember everything you did for your mother. She told me how special I was and now that she is gone , I remember everything she ever told me. It has been so hard, going through all her things and seeing all the cards and letters she gave me over the years. Everybody keeps telling me it will get better but I don't see that happening. I can't go one day without crying for missing her so much. I am grateful because she is not in any more pain but I am hurting so badly without her. I have a big sister but we have never been that close, she seems to want to spend more time with me now but nobody could ever feel that empty space inside my heart for my mother. I recently moved in with my brother and I want so desperately for me and my daughter to be able to get a place of our own. It costs so much to pay for first and last months rent and I have this old 1994 car that has been giving me so much trouble and I am barely scraping along , just trying to make it. I would appreciate any help I am given. If anyone can find it in their heart to help me and my daughter move out and get our own place or simply help us with the day to day necessities, it would be greatly appreciated.

I am the eldest daughter of two ill parents. I have 2 siblings who have been the caregivers to my parents for several years now. It all started when my father got ill in 2007 with a need of open heart surgery. After that surgery he was never the same. He was a very successful emergency room physician and made very good money. However, he was off for several months from work due to his recovery period. Much of his savings/investments were depleted as he was the only bread winner in the family. My brother and sister had just gotten an apartment and were to start college when my father got ill. They withdrew from school just as quickly as we moved them into their apartment in order to help my mother take care of dad. My father attempted to return to work, but he was still having chest pain and major depression. In September of 2008 he was in the hospital again and needed heart stents to open up blockages. After that situation he physically could not go back to work. He was weak, depressed, and very withdrawn from life. My mother, bless her heart, tried to find ways to make some cash. She sold many pieces of her jewelry to try and pay bills. Regardless of what she profited, she was unable to fulfill the mounting medical bills, credit card bills, car payments, insurance bills, etc.
It wasn't long before she became gravely ill. In the summer of 2010 my mother had succumbed to kidney failure and had to be on kidney dialysis permanently. She had neglected to take care of herself while trying to take care of my father and their financial woes. Along with the financial woes, there were back taxes that were still owed and of course were impossible to pay, their house was falling apart--still is. By the end of Spring 2011, my mother got so ill and was on a ventilator at least 4 times in a 2 week period due to her lungs filling up with fluid. Finally it was discovered that she had endocarditis (infection in heart)that had ravaged one of her heart valves. This required open heart surgery and replacement of the defected valve. The endocarditis stemmed from an infected temporary dialysis catheter. She was in the hospital for over a month and a half or so. Needless to say she was confused, lost tons of weight, and lost the ability to walk or care for herself. She was placed in a nursing home for rehab, but several more stays in the hospital only made her fall several steps back on her rehab and she never has fully recovered. It was discovered that she also had a tumor on one of her kidneys and her kidney was removed in the Fall of 2011 and supposedly it was all contained and it was early stage renal (kidney) carcinoma (cancer). While my mother was in the hospital my father had trouble breathing and I took him to the hospital. It as discovered he was in kidney failure and they both ended up in the hospital at the same time. Now my father is on permanent kidney dialysis.
Now fast forward to present day April 6, 2012. My mother's dialysis shunt would not stop bleeding and she was taken to the emergency room. She also complained of right leg pain and ultimately she ended up with a CT angiogram. This test revealed she not only had some blockage in one of her arteries in her leg, but that she had metastatic cancer to her liver, lungs, and a site near her spleen. Of course we are devastated.
They have no money. The money they do get is always depleted as soon as they get it from Medicare. My mother's social security check went straight to the nursing home and still was not enough to cover her bill. My father would have to pay over $1,000 a month because Medicare would only pay for several weeks. Since she has been in the hospital now for almost 2 weeks, we have pulled her out of the nursing home because the expected us to pay over $180 A DAY to keep her spot at the nursing home.
Now we are faced with a surgery to fix her leg, a plan for cancer treatment, and no suitable place for my mother to live. Their current home is in shambles and I mean SHAMBLES. Roof leaks and is falling apart. I assume there is some black mold lingering. No central air or heat as their units are broke. Plus large amounts of stuff--my mother also was a hoarder. The house is disgusting and it has been hard to clean up with out major assistance and with constant trips to the hospital who has ample time (?). They live in a small town and it is very hard to simply get a dumpster to throw many items away. The house would have to be completely gutted and redone. The floors are sinking in and it is very dangerous. They don't have the funds to fix any of it and nor do I.
I have missed work several times over the last year and more with FMLA, but never have enough PTO to fully cover my own losses.
My siblings have yet to start their lives. They have been with my parents ever since 2007 to help them with everything. Even when my mother was in a nursing home my siblings and my dad would go see my mom every single day--we just didn't trust the care of the nursing home and rightly so because she developed a bed ulcer on her heel after the wound care nurse said it was getting better--not even close! And yes the blocked artery in her leg and her bed ulcer on her heel are related. The wound care nurse and the Dr. for the nursing home should have caught this medical issue.
So life has been tough, but reading about it doesn't even give it justice. We need financial assistance, a new home or help to fix it--we need a lot of help. I want my brother and sister to finally get on their own feet and do what they want to do. I feel bad for them because I was able to finish college and have a career, a husband, and a home. They have yet to accomplish their goals and it makes me sad and sick to see them so depressed. They are in their late 20s and my parents are both 65 y.o.
If anyone has a kind heart, I promise you I'm not lying. I have proof of all I have written about and I swear on everything--my family, my husband, etc. that this is all real. Thank you for your time and interest. If you can't help at least please pray for us.

I'm trying this BegsList as desperation as I don't know what to do. My wish is to get them a nice clean place to live and live their last years worry free.

My fiance and I were both laid off from our jobs in this past year with no luck finding new ones. My mom has been in and out of the hospital all year with seizures and blood clots. In the past two months my car broke down (unrepairable) and my fiancees car was towed. We were unable to come up with enough money to get it out of the tow yard before they auctioned it off (several thousand dollars).
My mom has worked hard her entire life raising three kids on her own. Last year she was diagnosed with epilepsy and can no longer drive. Around this same time she was laid off from her job. Since she was denied state disability her only source of income at the moment is renting out the spare bedrooms in her house. Because of all of this her home is about to be foreclosed on.
On Tuesday this week she went to the hospital for a blood clot in her leg. During a procedure to remove the clot she started bleeding into her stomach. She has been touch and go for days and while the doctors say they are cautiously optomistic she is far from out of the woods yet.
I'm absolutely terrified that even if my mom makes it through all of this she won't have a house to go home to. Let alone be able to buy basic necesseties. I feel helpless and hopeless that I can't do more to help.
She is my everything, and I am begging for you, a kind-hearted stranger, to please do whatever you can to help us. Thank you.

September 2011: Had a nearly fatal motorcycle accident on Lucent Blvd. in Denver. The events leading up to the accident I am unclear of, all I remember is waking up underneith a car and couldnt move. I remember the ambulance showing up to extricate me. Apparently I had a shattered pelvis and a broken humorus. I also sustained another concussion. I never was a big fan of the helmet, in fact very rarely did I wear one. I just happened by chance to decide to wear one that day, if I hadnt I'd be dead. It used to be that I struggled to survive, now I struggle to exist. This account is by my wife:

On September 28th, 2011
My husband Trevan had an accident on is his way to an Interview and he was going on Lucent to get on to the highway on C470 and was not able to see with the dew on the street and sun glare. He didn’t see the car at the stoplights, going on to C470. Didn’t know or see that it was stopped at the light. The sun was so bad that he slammed right into the person in front of him and went over the handlebars of the motorcycle and over the person’s car and was found underneath the car. The Paramedics found him under the person’s car and had to pull him out from under it.

I got a call about 8:15 am from the fire department letting me know that my husband was in an accident. I was so scared I was trying to get my son ready for school and get my daughter ready to so I could take him. I was told that he was taken to Littleton Hospital and that I can call over there and get info on how he is doing. Instead of me calling the ER the ER nurse called me and gave me some info about what they are doing and what ER room they are taking him to. They took some x-rays and he couldn’t be moved because they were not sure about his back. So they did the x-rays in the ER. That is what the nurse told me that they were doing and that he was stable. The nurse also said if I could get to the hospital as soon as I could, it would be a good idea to come since the police and fire department was still there. I told her I would try. I called my mother in law to let her that her son was in an accident and I called my mom. There were other people that I called too. When I got there and I had to park so far in the back of the hospital that I had to ask for directions to get to the ER from the outpatient so I could be there with my husband. When I got there it was very hard to see what he looked like. He had a neck brace on and his left arm was all wrapped up like a present. He had a big gash on the inside of his right leg that was pretty wide and you could see the fat and it kept on bleeding. They would not take off the brace from his neck because they didn’t know what else was going on with him. I met the ER doctors and they told me that he is in quite bit of pain, and that he was starting to not know what happened off and on. I tried to see if he could tell me himself but could not remember. One of the ER doctors was very concerned about the blood in his urine so they took him to another place in the hospital to do some more tests on him. My mom in the mean time called me and told me that she was on her way to be at the hospital with me for support, I told her that I really need some comfort and to keep it together. When she got here Trevan was not yet taken to get tested yet so my mom said hi to him and ask him questions. Then with the ER nurses came in to take him for the tests my mom ask the nurse what kind of test that they were going to do on him and they said it is to check for internal bleeding. When Trevan was taken back we went to sit in the waiting room in the ER. My mom kept asking me questions but I could not answer any of them, because I have not been told about any thing besides what the nurse told me on the phone before I got there. I ask the nurses that were still around they’re about where his belonging were because I needed to know if his wallet and other things like ring and glasses was there. They handed me the beg that had his wallet and other things that they took off of him. I took the beg with me so I could go through it and see if every thing was still with him. His wedding band was in there his wallet was in there and socks and helmet was there too so I took it with me out to the waiting room. There was also a ticket that the police left in it too. My mom took a look at it to find out what all happened. It just said it was his fault but we didn’t think it was his fault, but later on we did fine out it was his fault but we took care of it for him while he was in the hospital. While we were waiting Trevan’s mom came with my daughter to see him but he was still not back in the Trauma room. After a while they finally moved him to a room so we all went there. They took him to the ICU and we had to keep our hands clean at all times coming and going. Trevan was put on many powerful pain medicines for the pain. He was put on dilaudid and he was on that for a while but then he was inching so bad that they took him off of that and put him on morphine he was a little better but still was itching like crazy.

Doug and Jan drove out here on Wednesday night they didn’t stop except for brakes and gas but they drove all the way through so could see Trevan. They arrived at the hospital at 3:30 am. Trevan didn’t remember that his dad and step mom came to see him the first night. I told him twice that they were here and he just didn’t remember it. Every one came to see Trevan everyday Doug and J, Karen and John Hager, Kehli, his mom Beverly. Doug and Jan were here for four days and they were here also for the surgery. We had a lot of people in the waiting room Beverly and our kids, me, and Doug and Jan. I was happy that I had that many people there with me because I was very upset.

October 1st 2011
Trevan had his surgery on both the pelvis and the humerus bone. The doctor started with his pelvis first he said it was the quick one and that Trevan didn’t loose much blood with that one. Then the doctor moved Trevan to another table to do the other part of the surgery. He lost a little bit of blood when they did his surgery on the arm they had to give him two pints of blood. The doctor did come out to tell us the update as he did them and how everything was going. He showed us before and after x-rays. The doctor did a great job of fixing Trevan up. Then after the surgery was done he was in recovery room for about an hour and a half. They moved Trevan to his room afterwards and he still was not doing hot. He kept saying that the room was moving and it made him sick. He tried to keep his eyes closed but it made him even feel worse. He also kept asking for ice chips which I feed to him as much as I could. He was better by the evening, he didn’t feel dizzy any more. Family kept coming to see him and tell him that they love him and pray that he will heal quickly. I stayed with him every night after the surgery to keep an eye on how he was doing. He didn’t remember a lot of things, which in some ways it is good but in some ways it is bad. I think a lot of it had to do with the pain medicine that the doctors was giving him. A nurse told me that it could happen with the medicine could make you forgetful depending on what kind of pain medicine.

October 4th 2011
While Trevan was at the hospital he did fall. He hit his head agents the closet that was in his room. The nurses found him on the floor. They did say that when he fell he landed on his right side and that they don’t think he hurt him self, but he did hit his head when he went down. I asked them if they were going to see if he did any damage, and they said that he didn’t and couldn’t do that much damage because the way he fell. I asked them if he hurt any thing else and the nurse they checked him over and asked him questions and didn’t see any evidence that he had any more damage to what he already had. I asked to if they did any test to see. They said they didn’t do any other tests on him because they didn’t want him to be exposed to any more radiation from the x-ray machine. He was getting out of bed by his self with out any help, which he was not supposed to do that. That is why when he fell they put a bed alarm on his bed so they would know at all times that he gets up, for his safety.

October 5th 2011
During that time while he was a Littleton hospital they were trying to find a rehab place for him so he can start getting back on his feet. They did find one and they had him transferred from Littleton to Porter hospital. Before he left I told him that I would see him later that evening and so will his mom and kids. He said ok and they he was gone. That evening Beverly and the rest of us call daddy from his mom’s phone to let him know that we are coming to see him but we were going to stop and get something to eat on the way up to the hospital. Then while we were eating at Wendy’s he calls me on my cell phone and asks if we were still coming I told him yes. I asked him did you even remember that we called you before and told you that we were coming he said no he didn’t remember. While he was on the phone with me still we asked him if he wanted us to bring something for him. He said yes. We brought him a hamburger and a frosty. When we got to the Porter hospital and got to his room we noticed it was very small and odd shaped. He had a window but in the wrong place or the room was just in the worst place. It looked like a bad shaped L and had no flow to it. I asked Trevan on how he was doing and he said tired and in pain. I said you just been through a lot and it will take a while to heal. Then we gave him is food and let him eat while we also talked to the nurses that were taking care of him there. We also ask that if there was a way for a cot to be put in there so I could stay with him some of the times. They said yes that they will get one in the room the next time I come up to see him. I said thanks. They also had a bed alarm on his bed and his wheel chair that he was using. I am happy that they had that on there but the moment that he got up to use the urinal that the alarm went off. And he didn’t feel comfortable with them always coming in and him not able to potty when he wanted too. When he is in the bed but keep it on when he is in the wheel chair because he could not remember to lock his brakes before he transferred form the wheel >chair to bed or just getting up to stand.

October 6th 2011
Trevan calls him mom to get my number to be able to call me. He talked to her for a while and he also asked if we were coming to see him, and also asked if we knew where he was. His mom said yes she knew and asked him if he remembered that we were the other night. He said no and also said that we weren’t there to see him. Which we were there but he just didn’t remember that we were all there his son and daughter me and his mom. He forgot the entire evening and event that we even were there to see him the night before. His mom said to him that we were all coming to see you again tonight so we will see you later. The same day I went to take our van to get the oil changed in it and found out that there was a clucking sound and they told me that it was not safe for me to keep driving it. They said about a week or two would be all I should drive it. I called my dad and asked if he knew any one that I could take my van to get an idea on how much it would cast to get it fixed. This was all the same day that I was going to see Trevan at the hospital. They didn’t want me to drive it anymore until it was fixed. So Beverly had to take me back and forth to and from the hospital for a while. After Beverly got off work we all got in to the car and drove up to the hospital. We asked the nurses if there was any way for Trevan to watch movies other than watching TV all the time. They said yes and told us there is a TV, VCR that is on a cart that can go into their room to watch movies and only VHS tapes only no DVD’S. So mom went into the lunchroom and looked at all the movies and wrote down all the ones that Trevan would be interested in watching. After she was done she brought the list to Trevan to see and to know that he had choices. Then we went home and told Trevan that we will see him later the next day. Then said our good-byes.

October 7th 2011
There was a lot of thing going on this day that I don’t want to go through again. I had to take my van to a place that my sister in law told me about. I made my appointment with them the day before and they wanted me to bring it back today and get it fixed. They even said that it was not safe at all. I left it with them to fix it in the morning. Then I came back home and had more things to do. I had to run around back and forth using my mother in laws car which was ok she was taking care of my daughter and my niece so I got thing done and I was able to relax a little bit. We all went to see Trevan that evening. We had to go and pick up my van after we picked up dinner. Then we left to see Trevan. When we got there into Trevan’s room he looked really tired and in a bit of pain. We got an extra hamburger so we gave it to him so he could eat it. Of course he at it all up. I changed the channel and found shreck the movie and we all watched that with Trevan. The nurse cam in to see how he was doing. He said that he needed more pain medicine, also needed to have his depends changed. The kids and grandma left outside the room while he was getting changed. After he got settled again the kids came back in and they were getting rowdy so I ask Beverly to take the kids home. They gave their daddy a kiss and left. That night I stayed with him and he kept on asking if the nurse had given him his pain medicine. I told him yes that they did give you your medicine. I asked him if even remembered it and he said no. He asked me 4 other times to while I was there. When it was time for him to have another dose of medicine I said to use the call button that is what it is there for instead of me always running in and out of his room to let the nurses know that he needed more medicine. I stayed with him all night it was very hard for me to hear. When Trevan would fall to sleep he would start dreaming and breathing heavy then wake up crying and then fell back to sleep. It would go on about 5 times at night. I think it was nightmares and when he wakes up he would not remember any of it.

October 8th 2011
The nurses were coming into see how Trevan was doing. He had his breakfast and pain medicine. After breakfast the therapist came in to take him to do some therapy stuff. He worked on the ramp with wheel chair going up and down with keeping control with his feet. The first round was 35 minutes. Then comes back and rests for a half-hour and goes again for 30 minutes. Then he came back and rested and had lunch. Then he went with another therapist and goes and has a shower, but after a while he came back. The nurses told me when they came back with Trevan that the cut on the inside of the right leg came open while they were helping him with his shower. He lost a little bit of blood but it hurt him quite a bit. So two nurses came back. One was pushing him and the other on putting pressure on the wound. When he was back in the room he looked like a ghost, and looked very tired. Then his nurse came in to put a different kind of bandage on his leg. By the end of the day he had color back in his face and was doing better. That day and evening he didn’t know that I was staying with him. I was with him at the hospital since Friday night, to Sunday evening. I will be going home on Sunday night.

October 9th 2011
The nurses and doctors decided not to have therapy because Trevan gave them a scare. So they just let him rest and let the wound heal some more before he did any more. I watched him sleep and he has the bad dreams again all day, and all night. I woke up every time he had the dreams. I counted how many times he would wake up and go to sleep again. It was hard to hear too. When he did wake up I would ask if he remembered any of it. He would say No. I did let the nurses know what was going on with Trevan and also asked him to keep an eye out and check on him. I also asked them to keep a record of it too. I left the evening so I could take care of my kids the next day. My mother in law had to work and had to keep Sarah with me. I said my good-byes. I asked the nurses to keep me in formed on how he did through the night.

October 10th 2011
Trevan told me that he had therapy and that he was in some pain. He was up in the wheel chair and bed. He was learning how to put socks and underwear, shorts and shirt on by him self with out help and doing it all by with one hand. He did OK is what he said. It is hard for him to remember which arm to do in first. The nurses said try to remember left first than over the head than right arm. Then put your glasses on so you can see. He said he would try to remember. Then I went home. He also saw the doctor and asked for Ibuprofen.

October 11th 2011
I got to the hospital to see Trevan about 7ish. He looked tire but also happy to see me. He said to me when I can in “I was wondering when you were going to be here” I said I had to take care of the kids first. In the morning he did therapy then he has lunch and after he had lunch he did some more activities he had u ride outside and played scrabble to get his mind working on thinking. That is what he did during the day when I was not there to see him during the day Trevan had therapy and looked somewhat tired when I got there, he was also in his wheel chair. He ate all the tacos that his mom got for him. After we got done eating he was in a lot of pain. He asked for more pain medicine and he could not get any more ibuprofen. So they gave him percocet for the pain. All we did while I was there with him we talked and watched TV together. Was late when I left to go home and care for my kids.

October 12th 2011
I went to see Trevan about 7ish again. He did a lot of thing in the morning it was all written down so I knew what he did. Which he was to do every day for his memory issues that he has. He had breakfast then he had PT. He did exercises with his legs. ST. tested him it scored 20 out of 25 on the cognitive tests. Then he did some transferring using one leg, 2-½ lbs. on the other leg (right leg all weight and partial weight on the left.) After lunch he did the walker, wheel chair, shower, teeth and hair. All of this info that I keep getting is what he writes down for his memory reminder. I took a look at him and asked him how he is doing, He said he is in a bit of pain. A lot of pain was mainly in the arm. He asked for some pain medicine and he started to fall to sleep. So I told him that I would head home and take care of the kids. He said to tell them that he loves them. I said ok.

October 13th 2011
Just reading his report that he wrote. He did getting in to his wheel chair to go to the toilet, Independence Square and weight. That was his activities during the day and he also had another stitch pop and his leg started bleeding again. That is what he told me. It is covered with gaze. I was happy that they did put that on there to protect it better. He has been sleeping better. They aren’t using the walker with the plate form because of his bad left arm. He is balancing so much better on his right leg which I am very proud of him. I noticed while I was there he didn’t remember that he had his pain medicine which they did give it to him. But they could not give him any more until 9:15 PM. And it was about 8:20 PM when he asked for more pain medicine.

October 14th 2011
Trevan woke up around 5:45 am having pain in his arm and needed to be changed. Found out that Dr. Bess has not released him from putting more weight on his left leg. It will be 30% weight for a while. At a little bit after 9 this morning went for a wheel chair walk. He sat in the wheel chair and used his right foot to move him forward and his right hand also help him to move forward in the direction that he needs to go. He went around the hallway twice. Then after he did that he came back to his room, so after that another person came in and took him down to the shower. Both of us were in the shower room with the nurse getting him ready and helping him stand only on one leg. He could not put much weight on the left leg. After every thing was off the therapist helped him sit on the shower/ tub chair. We both helped him get cleaned up, but we made sure he did most of the cleaning up. He did well at listening to me and stayed seated until we needed him to stand to pull up his pants. He only used his right leg to stand on and his right arm to pull up. I told him if he comes home he is going to have to listen and wait until I can come and help him. I didn’t want him to fall again and end up in the hospital again. After the shower we went back to his room to rest for a few minutes. Then he went to do more moving therapy. He did hopping on the right leg and using the parallel bars with the right arm to and from the wheel chair. Then he did some bumping up and down on the stairs. They would not do any more of them for a while because it tired him out so much. We did not know when he would be able to come home yet. We were going to have someone come by to take a look at the house and see if he can come home. Right now it is set for wed. But it is not set in stone. I am planning to stay the night again and leave about 8:15 am to watch my daughter. Then I will be back to stay with him again that evening.

October 15th 2011
This is what Trevan did for the day, leg/ hip exercises, control wheelchair up and down ramp. ST- did memory strategies, put a picture with info, and writing down notes. OT- watched him do his brushing his teeth, getting dressed, independence square (cashier, shop, and sandwich) memory. That is what he did and also found out he has a urine infection. He slept a little bit, was up having to go to the potty all night, had to remind him mot to put any weight on his left leg. He said that he was not but I doubt it. I was watching him. After he was done he was always putting weight on the left leg every time he pushed his butt back in the bed. I am very worried about that. I did tell the nurses to keep an eye on him that he was having issues with him having to pee all the time. Since he had the infection. They said that they would keep watch and see how he does through the night.

October 16th 2011
Trevan had a bad day at remembering this day. I just don’t remember what he forgot because I was also very tired this day also.

October 17th 2011
We brought Trevan home to do the home inspection so we could find out what we all needed to do and what to get for the house, so Trevan can come home. We didn’t want him to get injured any more than what he is now. When we got to the house the two nurses had to lift him and the wheel chair up the stairs since we didn’t have the ramp up quite yet. We did tell them it would be up once we know what day we could get help. While Trevan was still sitting in the wheel chair he had to use the restroom. He did try to get in the restroom which he did do just fine, but when he was ready to get back out and into the wheel chair he almost fell in to the wheel. So they deiced not to have him use the small bathroom.

It took my dentist about a half hour to numb me up, and 10 minutes to extract 22 teeth. It was the most horrible thing I've ever experienced! Twisting and pulling and cracking and bleeding and swelling..bruises and infection. NEVER let anyone do this to you. I cant believe that this was the best option for me. I hate my dentures, I hate the hassle, I hate the "glue" and I hate my toothless reflection in the mirror and I hate myself for letting it happen! I want dental implants if possible on the lower teeth. There's nothing to secure the denture to. Cant speak clearly, cant eat, cant chew....Been eating soup..smoothies and mush! HELP!!! Why are dental implants sooo expensive??? If 4000 people would donate $1.50 each, my prayers would be answered!Until then, I'm SOL..I'm in pain...I'm scarred for life!

I am a mom of four, I was laid off a month ago, we had enough saved up to get us through this far but it's running out, my partner has breast cancer and that has been bleeding us dry also. We don't care about gifts for Christmas, I just need to make sure my sick partner and our four kids have a roof over there heads. I don't know how it's come to this I know this time of year its hard for everyone but anything would help. Rent is 1140. Regardless of if you can help or not Merry Christmas, Good Kwanzaa, Happy Hanukkah,Happy Holidays.

I have had dental problems for years now and alot of my teeth have been extracted....My teeth got real bad when took sick and was bleeding internally....next thing know they were cracking and didn't know if was eating enamel from my teeth or food at times. I did receive help at a dental clinic for free but it was temporary fixtures....now the teeth they filled are thinning out and really don't believe they will be able to save them....right in front of my mouth at the top and some at the bottom are cracking.....Any donations would be certainly appreciated....Thank you and God Bless

May Boyd

On January 5, 2011, My mom was admitted through emergency for bleeding out of her rectum. At first they thought it was hemorrhoids, and further testing detailed that it was colon cancer. On 1/6/11, without much consultation or time to process my mom was in surgery to remove part of her colon. They removed about a foot of her colon, then did more testing to see where the cancer was. My mom was diagnosed with stage IV cancer, after it had metastasized to her liver. This was an unfathomable diagnosis, as no-one in my family had ever been diagnosed with cancer. They gave my mom six months to live. I could not accept that, and went on a search to help cure my mom. First we went to Mayo Clinic, where they thought they could help. My mom and I traveled there solo, much like we’ve done everything else in our life. She had a liver resection, to remove part of the liver that had majority of the tumors in it.

There I was sitting there in the waiting room, feeling very alone, while the two expert surgeons told me what they had done, and knowing it was a band-aid, hoping to have extended her life. I rejected that then, and I reject it now. I believe God for a cure, and for them to find no traces of cancer in her body, and I receive that which I’ve asked for. She is scheduled to have another round of chemo to hopefully kill what is left. The medical expenses have become unbearable.

I have done tons of research, so much so that I had to start taking sleeping pills to sleep at night. I know that there are ways to help my mom beat this disease, and I think I have found someone who can help. Unfortunately, her treatment protocol is $5900/week, for a minimum of four weeks. My mom is on disability, and I am currently collecting unemployment, as it was too difficult to travel with mom, and hold down a regular job. I have written letters to churches, charities, etc. I have to do whatever I can for my mom, she is my best friend, my brother, my sister, and the only father I’ve ever known.

Absolutely anything would help. Thank you so much, I appreciate your time.

This started happening in August. I left my house and was walking to the car when I saw out of the corner of my eye a huge birdlike thing swooping towards me. It scratched and pecked my scalp viciously and I had to run to the car. I was bleeding pretty badly and ended up needing some (expensive) stitches where it pecked me.

So about a week later I went outside again and again out of nowhere I hear a "whoosh" sound and suddenly this huge owl is scratching at my face and pecking at me. I ran back inside and again I was bleeding and scratched up, although I didn't need stitches this time. So I started thinking what is going on here?

I was attacked by this owl several times in September and October as well. It's quite large and a brownish-black color. Sometimes it "hoots" as it swoops down towards me. It seems to prefer to attack at night, although it has attacked me in the daytime as well.

The owl attacks have made me very paranoid about going outside, and I can't sleep normally any more. I lost my job after making some stupid mistakes at work because I can't concentrate. The worst thing is that people don't believe me when I tell them there is an owl who hates me and always attacks me. They usually just laugh, or they pretend to have compassion and then tell others I'm crazy. I'm constantly looking up at the sky and checking all trees and telephone poles whenever I need to go outside now. I always wear thick hats and long sleeves now as well. Sometimes I can see the owl waiting for me, perched in a tree, through the window. Once I saw the owl perched in a tree on a bright night when I had to go to the store. I made it to my car and went to the grocery, and when I came out the door and went to put the groceries in my car, I SAW THE OWL ON A LAMP-POST THERE. I panicked and threw all the grocery bags into the trunk and jumped into the car. It is following me and waiting for a chance to attack again.

Anyway, I'm asking for help here for two reasons. First, I need to get away from this owl. I lost my job and am in debt and can't afford to move unless I have some help. I want to move to a different part of my small city, or maybe even to a new city. I just want to start over. It seems like this owl has ruined my life. Secondly, I think I need some psychological counseling, but I don't have insurance. The owl has traumatized me and I'm always worried about it. I sometimes get panic attacks where my heart starts beating really fast and I start to sweat and need to sit down and do nothing for half an hour. It's really scary.

Anyway thank you for reading and please consider helping me. I think I could get a new start with about $1000, but every little bit helps. God bless you.

Hi,1ST OF ALL YOU WOULDNT HAVE TO GIVE ANY $$ DIRECTLY TO ME (IM WILLING TO GIVE MY DOCTORS AND HOSPITAL INFORMATION WHERE THE $$ OR PAYMENT IS FORWARDED DIRECTLY TO THEM AS I DO NEED THIS HELP VERY BADLY!)
I LIVE IN MS.I AM GOING THROUGH A SEPARATION AND DO WORK FULLTIME.3 MNTHS AGO I BEGAN HAVING MAJOR ISSUES WITH THE NERVES IN MY HANDS AND FEET WHICH IS MAKING IT HARDER FOR ME TO WORK.i RECENTLY FOUND THAT I NEED SURGERY ON BOTH HANDS TO CORRECT THE ISSUE.I CANT HOLD OR GRIP ANYTHING WITHOUT PAIN.I CONTINUE TO WORK BECAUSE I AM A SINGLE PARENT WITH A COLLGE STUDENT IM HELPING AND I ALSO HAVE A DAUGHTER AND GRANDAUGHTER THAT I AM HELPING OUT.I RECENTLY BECAME ILL ONE WEEK AGO OUT THE BLUE AND COULDN'T URINATE FOR ABT THREE HOURS.IM ON HEART MEDICATION AND BLOOD PRESSURE MEDICATION BECAUSE I HAVE CONGESTIVE HEART FAILURE(CHF) IN WHICH I TAKE FLUID PILLS TO PREVENT FLIUD BUILD-UP (WHICH MAKES ME URINATE FREQUENTLY)O.K, i COULDN'T URINATE FOR ABT THREE HOURS AND WAS IN VERY BADD PAIN.I WENT TO THE EMERGENCY ROOM AND THEY PLACED ME ON A CATHERTER AND DRAINED A LITER OF URINE .I STAYED OVERNITE AND WENT HOME ON A CATHERTER FOR THREE DAYS UNTIL I COULD SEE A SPECIALIST(UROLOGIST)I WAS REFERRED TO.I WAS TAKED OFF WORK AND HAD TO GO BACK TO THE ER WITH SEVERE PAIN AND BLEEDING .CATHERTER WAS REMOVED AN REPLACED AND I TOOK A CAT SCAN AN FOUND NY UTERUS HAVE DROPPED AND PESSING DOWN ON MY BLADDER KINKING THE BLADDER OFF PREVENTING ME FROM URINATION WHICH IS EXSTREAMLY PAINFUL.I HAVE A TEMPORARY DEVICE IN TO HOLD EVERYTHING IN PLACE BUT I HAVE STARTED BACK BLEEDING HEAVILY AND IN VERY BADD PAIN BEFORE AND AFTER URINATION.IM SCHEDULED FOR SURGURY IN TWO WEEKS.I HAVE BEEN TAKING OFF WORK FOR THE NEXT TWO WEEKS AND 6 WEEKS AFTER SURGURY ON THE 6TH OF OCT.THATS TWO MONTHS OFF WORK WITHOUT ANY INCOME.IM WORKING A TEMPORARY HIRING SERVICE THAT OFFER LIMITED BENIFITS AS FAR AS MEDICAL INSURANCE ECT.MY DOCTORS OFFICE AS WELL AS HOSPITAL CONTATED ME THIS MORNING 9/20/11 STATING I WILL NEED MONEY UPFRONT TO GET THE SURGERY.I AM IN NEED OF $810 FOR THE DOCTOR AND THE HOSPITAL AMOUNT IS $11,812 AFTER THE PORTION MY INSURANCE COVERS.I WILL NEED HALF OF THAT AMOUNT WHICH IS $5906 OUT OF POCKET.I REALLY NEED THIS SURGERY TO FEEL BETTER AND NOT DO FUTHER DAMAGE TO MY BLADDER.I ALSO NEED TO GET BACK TO WORK. (AS I STATED I HAVE HEART CONDITION(chf) AS WELL AND IS ON 5 DIFFERENT HEART AND BLOOD PRESSURE MEDICATIONS I HAVE TO BUY EACH MONTH)IF I CANT COME UP WITH THE MONEY THE HOSPITAL ADVISED ME THEY WOULD HAVE TO RESCHEDULE MY SURGERY I DESPARTLY NEED (AS I AM IN SEVERE PAIN AS I TYPE)iF ANYONE OUT THERE THATS WILLING TO ASSIST AND DONATE PLEASE DO!IT DOESNT MATTER IF ITS A SMALL DONATION IT WILL HELP AND would be an amazing relief and burdon off of my shoulders. I would be eternally grateful. Thank you so much for your consideration.I AM ALSO HAVING TO POSTPONE THE SURGERY FOR MY HANDS BECAUSE THIS SUDDEN ILLNESS HAVE OCCURED AND NEEDS IMMEDIATE ATTENDTION.

Thank you in advance for taking the time to read my plea.

My name is Faith and I am a Christian mother of two school aged children.

I am filled with gratitude and thanks to God for all the blessings he has given me. The greatest gifts that I have been given are my two children.

I have never reached out to anyone for help, but today I feel compelled to reach out. I have been unable to sleep or eat for months, my hair is falling out from stress and my body is covered in hives.

I know that my hands are tied, I cannot solve my financial problems on my own. I have tried, I work full time, I have been doing additional work, cleaning homes, doing paid research studies, etc. I know that God has the power to put the right people and the right circumstances in our lives to solve any problems, even if they seem impossible.

I am literally drowning in debt. It feels like I am in the middle of the Pacific Ocean and I keep going down deeper and deeper.

My son was born with Congenital Heart Disease and required Open Heart Surgery. Due to complications and financial shortcomings as a result of my son's surgery, my children and I were forced to leave our home. I found another home for us to live in. Less than a year after moving into our new home, both of my kids became very ill. My son was once again hospitalized. This time he was bleeding internally. We found out that the home we were living in was full of Stracybotrus Mold, the home was deemed uninhabitable. I was told by multiple doctors and by environmental companies that we must leave our home. I was told that I must throw away anything that I had that could not be dipped in bleach to get rid of the mold spores. I rented a large dumpster, the kind that has the stairs on the side to climb up. I literally threw away almost everything that my kids and I have ever owned. I was forced to throw away all of our mattresses, couches, pillows, stuffed animals, stuffed animals, dolls,toys, toaster, curtains, etc. Just imagine everything that you have in your home, if I can't be dipped in bleach, it had to be thrown away.

The health of my children was more important to me that any material possession, so I was OK with throwing it all away.

We are now in another home and I am struggling to replace everything that I had to throw away. I have started with beds for the kids and toys to replace what we had to throw away.

We lost everthing. We lost the money that we put down on the mold house, we lost all the money I put into the mold house trying to make it a home, we lost all of our possessions. But, we have not lost our faith or our gratitude.

I am currently about $20,000 in debt, past due on mortgage, utilities, and credit card bills.

If you can find it in your heart to donate any amount, my family would be so grateful. I really do not care about myself, I buy all my clothes at second hand stores or garage sales, I cut my own hair and eat only things that are really inexpensive like Top Ramen. What I do care about though is my kids. They have suffered enough in their short lives and I want them to feel safe, warm and secure. I have protected them from the financial storm as much as possible, but I know that they see my crying and worrying about the bills, so this is why I am asking for help.

Thank you again for reading my plea.

Hello, I am a mother of 2 beautiful children and am with an amazing man of 6 years. I have been diagnosed in my 3rd pregnancy with having complete placenta previa; where the placenta covers the cervix increasing my risk for bleeding, early labour and delivery via c-section.
WE NEED HELP. I can no longer work as the risks are too great, and my husband has to be by my side 24/7 as the pregnancy progresses. We need EVERYTHING; Food, money, baby clothes, diapers, ANY DONATION would be GREATLY Appreciated.
Employment Insurance only pays 55% of my wage and I'm still waiting for my claim to be approved! Please HELP!!!

Ive had a yellow lab for the past 3 years, and it has been my best dog i have ever had. buddy and i have been best friends since the day i brought him home. well, he was just hit by a car on my road, and i have no idea how to pay for it. my parents dont have enough money to pay for the $3,000 it will cost to help save him. he has internal bleeding, internal injuries, broken bones and various lacerations. I dont know where else to go for money, none of my friends seem to have any desire to help me out, and the humane society here doesnt deal with things of that nature. help would be a miracle.

Hi I'm 20 years old and I am currently a Vet Student. I worked really hard to ge.t in and I'm really trying to do well for myself as I grew up with my mum who is on the sickness benfit. My fees are $12000 a year and I have a loan that is getting up to $40000. I went to the dentist because I was in a lot of pain to discover I needed fillings replaced and a gold crown. This comes to about $2000. As I was getting the fillings replaced, the dentist found that one of my nerves were bleeding and now I need a root canal that will add $1500 to the already massive bill. I am a poor student who is already in debt and has no family members who can help me. Can you please help me? Anything would be really really appreciated. I already feel terrible needing to beg on this site, but I have run out of options. Thank you for reading

I have a fiancee who lives in the Philippines. I have known her for the list three years.
About two years ago she hurt her eye when she ran into a metal object. There was bleeding inside her eye and they had to operate to get the blood out. And after that she had medicine to take to keep from to getting infected. And she took it for one month and then she stoped taking to for the next month and got an infection in it and I had to buy medicine again for her to stop the infection or she would go blind.
She has had trouble with that eye on and off ever sence she hurt her eye. I payed for all her medical expences,the operation,medicine everything with what was left over form my college loans and credit cards and other loans.Now I have no more money to help her and my credit score is so low that I can get no more loans.And the Philippine government is such a poor country that you can only get help if you are almost dead and by the time it goes through it would be to late any way.And I can ask the U.S. government for help because she doesn't live in the US and is not a citizen.
She is in pain from her eyes again and I she can't get medicine in time she will lose her eye sight.
This has all been very hard on me because I have no way to help her any more and I will have to be the one that will have to set over here and watch her go blind and there would be nothing I can do about. And adding to my stress is the fact that most of the people I talk to about it don't seen to care.
My mailing address is 225 N. Madison Ave.,Apt. 502
Richmond KY 40475.
Or you could send any donation by paypal. I got signed on to paypal when I was trying to find something on the net that I could help her with.

I am a single mother of two teens, and has gotten us TRAPPED!!! My mother is a sociopath, a covert narcissist. She is defensive and hostile, uses emotional blackmail, mental abuse, and psychological manipulation. I've been ostracized from family, so no help there. She is probably telling people I have mental problems, or issues. She is a chameleon. I ask for your help to escape.

We are trapped here in a very rural area with limited resources because of a situation caused by my brother and exasperated by my mother, forcing us to move. She played savior and offered her unoccupied house, even though she played a significant part in the incident. She then unexpectedly moved in right behind us.

I had positions with several companies, working at home. My mother took the laptop and limits my time on it, so I lost positions. She limits my vehicle use to her errands, there are two vehicles and I'm on her policy. She does not want me with my own money.

I try to keep us optimistic. This was supposed to be temporary. I am asking for help for health reasons. Due to the incredible stress, I have daily migraines and have to wear sunglasses most times, and heavy monthly bleeding due to my hormones being out of whack. This is very scary for me. Doctor's advice is to, or course, leave stressful situation.

It is very easy to tell someone to just leave. I need help to do so.

I want you all to look up Narcissistic Mother, or Covert Narcissistic, or Narcissistic Family online. If after doing so, you find it deplorable and hard to understand how someone could be that way, then you are blessed to not have experienced such in your life.

There is Nothing For Us Here!!! Please Help Us Escape!!!

Thank You.

I hate to have to be doing this. But then so do all of us.

My parents live in a small one bedroom apartment with my little brother. I live in an apartment. There's no room for me at their apartment because my little brother is already sleeping on their only couch.

My dad works for a delivery company and can't do the work without my help. It's an all-day job, from 7am to 11pm, but he gets paid per delivery so it's not much coming in per month. I can't get a job because if I get one my dad will lose his job... and if he loses his job he will have lost everything.

Both of my parents are very ill... my dad has a long-term illness and my mom is in the hospital with pneumonia. I had to pay $80 for her medicine the other day but I didn't have more than $0.25 so I had to call a friend, who is also out of work, and have her lend me $80. She has less than $140 in the bank now and I owe her over $1000. As you can see she has rescued me more than once but soon she won't be able to rescue even herself.

I do not qualify for unemployment insurance as I spent the last two years as a student, nor do I qualify for welfare. I don't have a disability so I don't qualify for disability assistance either. I feel trapped and every day is a struggle.

Almost every penny I see goes to my parents, who are incredibly in debt. Because of this I find myself eating Kraft Dinner without milk or butter because I can't afford them. The Kraft Dinner I get from the food bank...

I have a number of bleeding ulcers that cause me severe pain and because I am 25 I am no longer under my mom's medical coverage. I can't afford the pharmacare's 2011 premium so I'm just "making do". I find myself throwing up three or four times a day because I can't afford my medication. And now I've had a toothache for three days that I can't get looked at.

I just need a little help... just something to get me by. So anything you can give would make a world of difference to me.

Sincerely, Thank you.

I have been trying and trying to get some form of aid for medical care over the past two years. I live in the state of Indiana. I've tried medicaid and HIP. Both programs are closed to adults with no children. I qualify, but because of the fact that I do not have a dependent child I cannot get on either program. (this can be verified that the programs are closed for me)

I've been having problems for almost 2 years now. I saved up $200 and went to a general practitioner and was told I need a gynecologist. I've been bleeding now, almost constantly for the past 2 years (from my uterus). I've been told this can be caused by many things, but early detection is the way to be cured. I've got pain in my ribs and a lot of swelling. I NEED a doctor, but I can't pay. I've exhausted every avenue I can think of. I've been to different agencies, I've begged, but I can't get any help. I don't make much money (less than $5,000) a year and I'm single now (divorced) I've even been the the ER, they only put a bandage on the situation and tell me to see my doctor. IF I HAD a doctor and could afford a doctor I would have been seeing him for this years ago.

Is there ANYONE out there that can and will help me get this taken care of? I'm really scared and I need help. It doesn't HAVE to be money. If you are a gynecologist willing to see me and help me get the tests I need and the treatment I know I need--that is wonderful. Otherwise any and all donations will go toward the cost of my seeking help for this.

If there is anyone out there that is willing to help me-I would so grateful; here's my story......

Whenever I get sick, I usually just deal with it because as like others-I can't afford health insurance. I ended up with and infection that only antibiotics would cure. I went to a walk-in clinic who prescribed me an antibiotic. I had no idea I was allergic to the sulfa based drugs and after taking it for 9 days-that night I started feeling like I had hives on my back. The next day was fathers day and by that afternoon my whole body was being covered from head to toe by these red and purple spots ( also none as thrombocytopenia)and they were starting to come into my eye and my gums started bleeding.This put everyone around me including my kids in a slight panic.

Long story short- I went to a local hospital where I figured I could get a shot for the reaction-but it turns out it was so serious that I was life-flighted to a different hospital because my platelet count had dropped to 1000 (it should normally be 150,000 to 450,000) and my hemoglobin had completely been destroyed and I was bleeding to death. I remained in the hospital for over a week and am now left with bills totally over 100,000 between the 2 hospitals-the life flight- the 10 different specialists that were called in to see me and everything else.
I really really need some help to pay off these bills. I will be in debt for the rest of my life trying to pay off these bills. Thank you for reading my story and thank you to anyone who can help. heather

Hello, my name is Toby. Thank you for taking the time to read my story of Heartache, Healing, Happiness & Heartache again…

My Heartache
I was a victim in a horrific accident, which changed my life in a split second. When I regained consciousness after being in a coma for three months, I realized that the way I lived and saw life in the past, would change forever. To my horror I saw that my one leg was amputated at my knee - and that was only the beginning – I was paralyzed from my waist downwards.

The doctors informed me that I was very lucky to be alive. I broke my lower back on three places, had 27 fractures throughout my whole body and had a fractured skull. The medical staff told me that I was on life support for two weeks and they feared that I would not survive my injuries, and if I did survive, that I would have brain damage (the bleeding in my skull had caused my head to swell to double it’s size) and that I would be paralyzed for the rest of my life - confined to a wheelchair.

My Healing
I underwent groundbreaking surgery on my back, taking bone from my hip bone to rebuild the vertebrae in my back. After wearing a body brace for 3 months, I started swimming to the best of my ability with my lower body being paralyzed. I spent 6 to 8 hours a day in the pool and miraculously, after doing this for 22 months, I slowly regained feeling and movement in my amputated leg. I was overcome with joy.

My Happiness
Finally, after being confined to a wheelchair for 3 years, with a brace on my paralyzed leg and a walking aid, I took my first step. I never regained the use of my one leg – I regained a small amount of feeling, but no movement. But this handicap did not bother me – I had my prosthetic leg and my walking aid – I could move around, have a shower, be “normal”.

I was so incredibly grateful for this “Second Chance on Life”. I was on top of the world and I was looking forward to a wonderful future – I really got a second chance on life – or so I thought.

My Heartache once again…
A few months later I developed an excruciating pain in my paralyzed leg and back. This pain literally paralyzed me and I had to revert back to using a wheelchair to get around. I am back to that time in my life when I was in hospital and realized the enormity of my injuries. The pain is not only preventing me from walking, but also from living a normal life. The pain consumes me, 24 hours a day. I can’t function in the normal sense of word.

According to my surgeon, another back surgery will relieve me from the pain. This surgery is my only hope to ever walk again and have a normal life. This operation is very, very expensive (tens of thousands of dollars). My medical insurance is depleted and my medical expenses, ruined me financially.

The months since the pain started, when I could not work and was basically bedridden, I compiled an e-book on health, anti aging, super foods, diet and the perfect exercise program, sustained by years of medical research, conducted by professionals in their individual fields of expertise. This e-book was going to be my tool to make the money to pay for my surgery. I have made a few sales, but not nearly enough for to cover the cost of the back surgery that I so desperately need.

I now plea with you to find a place in your heart to make any donation towards my surgery. In return I will send you my e-book, no matter how big or small your donation is, any donation will be greatly appreciated.

I thank you from the bottom of my heart for your kindness and empathy.
Toby

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Hello, my name is Toby. Thank you for taking the time to read my story of Heartache, Healing, Happiness & Heartache again…

My Heartache
I was a victim in a horrific accident, which changed my life in a split second. When I regained consciousness after being in a coma for three months, I realized that the way I lived and saw life in the past, would change forever. To my horror I saw that my one leg was amputated at my knee - and that was only the beginning – I was paralyzed from my waist downwards.

The doctors informed me that I was very lucky to be alive. I broke my lower back on three places, had 27 fractures throughout my whole body and had a fractured skull. The medical staff told me that I was on life support for two weeks and they feared that I would not survive my injuries, and if I did survive, that I would have brain damage (the bleeding in my skull had caused my head to swell to double it’s size) and that I would be paralyzed for the rest of my life - confined to a wheelchair.

My Healing
I underwent groundbreaking surgery on my back, taking bone from my hip bone to rebuild the vertebrae in my back. After wearing a body brace for 3 months, I started swimming to the best of my ability with my lower body being paralyzed. I spent 6 to 8 hours a day in the pool and miraculously, after doing this for 22 months, I slowly regained feeling and movement in my amputated leg. I was overcome with joy.

My Happiness
Finally, after being confined to a wheelchair for 3 years, with a brace on my paralyzed leg and a walking aid, I took my first step. I never regained the use of my one leg – I regained a small amount of feeling, but no movement. But this handicap did not bother me – I had my prosthetic leg and my walking aid – I could move around, have a shower, be “normal”.

I was so incredibly grateful for this “Second Chance on Life”. I was on top of the world and I was looking forward to a wonderful future – I really got a second chance on life – or so I thought.

My Heartache once again…
A few months later I developed an excruciating pain in my paralyzed leg and back. This pain literally paralyzed me and I had to revert back to using a wheelchair to get around. I am back to that time in my life when I was in hospital and realized the enormity of my injuries. The pain is not only preventing me from walking, but also from living a normal life. The pain consumes me, 24 hours a day. I can’t function in the normal sense of word.

According to my surgeon, another back surgery will relieve me from the pain. This surgery is my only hope to ever walk again and have a normal life. This operation is very, very expensive (tens of thousands of dollars). My medical insurance is depleted and my medical expenses, ruined me financially.

The months since the pain started, when I could not work and was basically bedridden, I compiled an e-book on health, anti aging, super foods, diet and the perfect exercise program, sustained by years of medical research, conducted by professionals in their individual fields of expertise. This e-book was going to be my tool to make the money to pay for my surgery. I have made a few sales, but not nearly enough for to cover the cost of the back surgery that I so desperately need.

I now plea with you to find a place in your heart to make any donation towards my surgery. In return I will send you my e-book, no matter how big or small your donation is, any donation will be greatly appreciated.

I thank you from the bottom of my heart for your kindness and empathy.
Toby

Click on the link below to receive your copy of “Your Perfect Health”

http://perfect.health.officelive.com/Donation.aspx

My name is Ann.

My past:
I used to have 4 jobs and took care of myself and daughter. I fell in love with a man with maxxed out credit. That was 14yrs ago. After many promises to marry me I became ill. I had a birth deffect which caused weight gain, problems bending turning and lifting. Toxins filled my system until my bleeding in the embillical cord started. I became a prisoner in my non functioning body. After 6 months of bleeding and surgeries I was released but told I would have a long healing process. I am doing somewhat better but still cannot do alot of bending although I am proud to say I can tie my shoes :)

The Event that changed my daughters life:
My fiance and I had purchased a fixer upper and our family moved in and shortly after the economy messed up and so did our finances even more. My fiance left us with the mortgage and no car, no income, no food, no nothing. We lost our home and I was forced to move to the only place I could afford to move. I recieve $65 a month child support.

My daughter had spent her whole life going to the same school. She has dyslexia and is LD. She works hard and managed to be a honor student taking all honors classes. She plays 3 sports in hopes that she will be able to obtain a college scholarship otherwise she knows we will never afford to go. She was President of her class and Capt of her volleyball team when we had to remove her from her school. Her GPA dropped due to combining classes and classes where not on the same page. She lost a seal on her deploma because her new school didnt offer all the honor classes she needed. She is still working to get an advanced deploma and she just got back on the honor roll. She was lined up to get into the fire dept and to take lifeguard classes when her dad left. All things I couldnt afford to give her. :( I managed to sell half of our belongings to pay for drivers ed.

The home we moved into 8 months ago needed electrical work and more. We had no where else we could go so we had to take it. They agreed to let me move in for cheap if I could fix it. My brother pays my rent, phone and electric but I am still with out a car to allow me to get to work. We live about 20 minutes from town. Our driveway is 1/2 mile long and when we got 3 ft of snow this winter we walked out to get ride to the store. Our town has no job openings. I have no living room furniture, no tv and we have mattresses on the floor in the good part of the house.

Recently to add to the stress I had a tooth fall out and part of it remained. It got infected and when the gums swelled my tooth next to it broke out. :(

My future:
Right now I feel like I am losing the fight. I know my daughter deserves so much more and I am not afraid to work for it. I spent months online trying to make money online from home. No luck. I seriously dont know what else to do then to beg and pray. I spent many years volunteering my time and I was on many boards. I keep wondering why me and my daughter? Where is our help? I fear I will lose my home or even worse...my child. Please help.

I am looking for about $1000 to start my business which I can make my own hours and I have people lined up for business, I am a photographer.
I could seriously use a few thousand to get a reliable car.
I could use about $1000 for my daughter to go to camp and for much needed clothes.
I could use funiture, household items, towels, and a tv.

Thank you in advance, every dollar counts.