Chemo Tags

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.

HELP!

Here is my very sincere story:

WEBSITE LINK with full explanation BELOW.

I need to save my home from FORECLOSURE so that I may further my research on an amazing plant that helped me to get over breast cncer and chemotherapy. Due to the treatments and my current lack of energy from chemo and radiation, I amleft disabled a bit still. Need two
MAJOR operations on my neck and hip to keep me from being paralyzed. I want to grow and introduce this plant tomany more who have cancer and that I feel can be saved, cured and healed.

I need $58,000 by JUNE 15th 2012 to keep it from beign sold on the court house steps. It was my Grandmothers house and I grew up in it.
PLEASE PLEASE *PLEASE HELP* ME SAVE IT so that I can help OTHES in the future.

WEBSITE: http://housedonations.tripod.com

Sincerely,

A wonderful caring person, who needs help and good Karma returned to help others in the future with this cancer research project.

I found out a few weeks ago that my Dad has stage 4 terminal cancer. He is 88 a diabetic and also has heart issues. His health is too frail to under go any surgery and he is most likely going to refuse chemo. It is his dying wish to see his daughter and her family one last time. It is my goal to do anything and everything to make this happen. We just need enough for 3 round trip airline tickets. Any donations would be greatly appreciated.

Shortly after Christmas 2011 my father was diagnosed with small cell carcinoma (lung cancer) that had spread to his brain. He had two tumors in his brain. Hes been through two brain surgeries, radiation, and now were about to start chemo therapy. We have to travel a little over an hour to where his treatments are. His insurance has a share of cost and they are adding up fast! I have a huge stack of bills I don't know what to do with. Let alone feeding him, prescriptions, and everything else along the way. I really hate being in this position I just don't know what to do. :(

After undergoing treatments for breast cancer which included chemotherapy, I am still suffering from the side effects. One being the chemo damaged my teeth tremendously which is also affecting my health. I am disabled and do not have dental insurance. I am asking for anyone who is able to help contribute to me to get my teeth fixed. You would think that after have fought and beat cancer I would be smiling from ear-to-ear; but i don't because I am ashamed of my teeth. Please help! Any amount you can give is greatly appreciated. Thank you and God Bless

Hi. I am a low-income disabled woman in need of some financial assistance. In August 2009, I was diagnosed with breast cancer. I had surgery in October 2009 to remove both breasts along with reconstructive surgery. In December of '09, I started 6 rounds of chemo followed by 35 radiation treatments. Although the bills were astronomical, I was struggling along trying to pay them. My only income is social security disability. My healing was progressing until I developed a hernia from the reconstruction surgery (they took part of my abdomen along with my abdominal muscles to construct my breasts).

In Nov.'10, I had surgery to repair the hernia as well as the second phase of reconstruction to my breasts. I was to only be in the hospital overnight but due to complications, I ended up hospitalized for 2 weeks. I returned home the day before Thanksgiving but still was not doing well. The Sunday after Thanksgiving, the paramedics were called to take me to the hospital again. It was determined that I was in acute renal failure due to a bowel obstruction. I was in ICU for a number of days. While in the hospital, I was placed on dialysis with the hope that my kidney functions would kick back in. After another two weeks in the hospital, I was released to go home.

On New Year's Day of 2011, I began feeling ill again and was taken to the ER. After several tests, I was admitted again and scheduled for a colonoscopy to determine the problem. It was discovered that a section of my colon was almost completely closed off. I was scheduled for surgery to correct this. I Thought they would just remove the bad section, sew me up, and I could go home in a couple of days. I woke up with a colostomy which I had until April of 2011.

All this time, the medical bills were steadily racking up. On top of all this, Ever since the chemo treatments, my teeth have been feeling like they are about to fall from my head. The chemo did damage while undergoing treatments.

I would really appreciate it if I could receive some assistance in paying these bills and getting my teeth fixed. I am on a fixed income and can barely make ends meet. I receive food donations from time to time and that helps me tremendously with groceries.

We have always worked, paid tax and contributed to everything we should but occasionally life takes unexpected and unfortunate turns which have happened over the last year and our circumstances have become so reduced that we can no longer pay our daughter's rent while she is in her last year of university. A year ago we both had jobs and appeared in good health, then within a short time my husband was diagnosed with throat cancer and had to leave his employment as it was a "contract" job. Since then he has undergone chemo and radiotherapy and I have had to take so much time off to drive him to daily appointments that I had to relinquish my part-time job. As my husband has a small pension of just over £500 a month we are not entitled to any benefits. This goes towards paying the bills but there is nothing left over. I feel terrible about letting my daughter down and she is waitressing to help pay her own way but her rent is the catalyst. I feel so dreadful to suddenly pull the plug but there is no option. I cannot go back to work as my husband is too unwell to leave alone. I just pray that there is someone out there who can give me some help and when we can get over this tough time we can do the same for someone else.

Hi im 54 years old and got breast cancer in 2007 i had my breast removed and had chemo and on tamafen. I had a reconstruction last year.
I would like to put some thing back into my treatment and do a sponser event for the breast unit.
I have 4 children and 3 grandchildren.

My 19 year old daughter and myself would like to do a sponsed Route 66 but due to my illness and not working it will take forever to save up for the event .

My daughter is also doing a skydive for the charity

Please help in anyway you can

Thanks for taking the time to read this Beg

Regards
Jackie
& Jade

I am dying of cancer(stage 4 prostate cancer that has spread to my bones).The doctors have told me I could die as soon as December of 2012.The treatment I have been getting for a year(chemical castration) has stopped working as normally happens.My PSA is starting to go up again.The doctors will only be able to give me palliative care-drugs for pain and then chemo and radiation only to relieve severe bone pain.I am 58 and have been staying at a homeless shelter for five months now,waiting for these people to help me get housing.The environment here is not good for somebody with my health problems.Because it is a mixed shelter,the noise level is constant and very high from screaming and crying kids and their mothers yelling at them.Also.because I am not a veteran,I feel my case is being put on the back burner because there is a big push to get all the veterans on the street housed because of all the federal money coming to the shelters for that purpose.Don't get me wrong-the vets have earned priority because of their sacrifices.I would just like to get enough rent money to spend my last months in a more peaceful place.By the way,I probably got the prostate cancer from being exposed to cadmium every working day in my first job in California from 1973 to 1976.I am in the Los Angeles area.

My grandpa has been very sick since August--losing weight . . . The doctors were unable to diagnose him, but in October, his kidneies began to fail. He began dialysis straight-away; however, his condition only worsened. He was admitted into the hospital in November, but still he continued to lose weight, due to an extreme loss of appitite. In December, he was given a feeding tube; while in there, the doctors took a sample, and it was concluded that he has stomach cancer. Being that he's already been through chemo-therapy, and it is terrible, he does not want to procede with that option. I cannot not have my grandpa. We don't have the typical grandfather-granddaughter relationship; he's always been so much more: my best friend, my teacher, my mentor, my dad . . . I have done research on alternative medicine, and I have to give it a try. Unfortunately, these medicines are not anywhere close to my price-range. You see, I am a military wife with four children, and we just simply cannot afford it. Yesterday, I went to see if I could get a loan, but the cost is too great for the collateral we could have offer. Like I've implied, I'll do anything; I have to try. Any donation will help, but please help me save my grandpa. I love him with all of my heart, and I just cannot lose him. Please and thank you (in advance).

Ginni

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.

I never thought I would resort to this, but I am running out of options. My mom has breast cancer. She had a double mastectomy and is supposed to be undergoing weekly chemo treatments followed by radiation. She has spent all her savings on medical bills and I have been helping. Last week I got laid off from a job I've had for 6 years. I would like to give her some money for Christmas to help. I am an expert on personal income tax and would gladly help anyone out with tax advice/help in return for any donations. PLEASE HELP. Thanks for reading and God Bless.

My wife was just diagnosed with inflammatory breast cancer, which is
the most destructive form of breast cancer. Earlier this year our
newborn was diagnosed with single left ventricle - a kind of
hypoplastic left heart syndrome (which is pretty much the worst heart
condition possible). My daughter has had two surgeries, and although
insurance covered most of the costs we still have gone thousands in
debt. Even though I've been struggling with epileptic seizures, I'm
trying to get a Ph.D. in college and working as a teacher's assistant
(which pays very little). My wife works, but I am unsure whether she
will be able to once she starts chemo. Even though we both went to
graduate school, we only take home about $29,000 a year, but we owe
$250,000 in loan debt, thousands in medical bills, and often have to
get pay day loans to have enough money to eat. Please help. If all you
can spare is a small donation, then at least we could use it to make
sure we have enough to eat without resorting to more bills and debt
and could maybe pay off some of our medical bills. Thank you.

My wife was just diagnosed with inflammatory breast cancer, which is
the most destructive form of breast cancer. Earlier this year our
newborn was diagnosed with single left ventricle - a kind of
hypoplastic left heart syndrome (which is pretty much the worst heart
condition possible). My daughter has had two surgeries, and although
insurance covered most of the costs we still have gone thousands in
debt. Even though I've been struggling with epileptic seizures, I'm
trying to get a Ph.D. in college and working as a teacher's assistant
(which pays very little). My wife works, but I am unsure whether she
will be able to once she starts chemo. Even though we both went to
graduate school, we only take home about $29,000 a year, but we owe
$250,000 in loan debt, thousands in medical bills, and often have to
get pay day loans to have enough money to eat. Please help. If all you
can spare is a small donation, then at least we could use it to make
sure we have enough to eat without resorting to more bills and debt
and could maybe pay off some of our medical bills. Thank you.

My wife was just diagnosed with inflammatory breast cancer, which is
the most destructive form of breast cancer. Earlier this year our
newborn was diagnosed with single left ventricle - a kind of
hypoplastic left heart syndrome (which is pretty much the worst heart
condition possible). My daughter has had two surgeries, and although
insurance covered most of the costs we still have gone thousands in
debt. Even though I've been struggling with epileptic seizures, I'm
trying to get a Ph.D. in college and working as a teacher's assistant
(which pays very little). My wife works, but I am unsure whether she
will be able to once she starts chemo. Even though we both went to
graduate school, we only take home about $29,000 a year, but we owe
$250,000 in loan debt, thousands in medical bills, and often have to
get pay day loans to have enough money to eat. Please help. If all you
can spare is a small donation, then at least we could use it to make
sure we have enough to eat without resorting to more bills and debt
and could maybe pay off some of our medical bills. Thank you.

I am looking for help because my situation has gone from bad to worst. I have been battling a medical condition called Ankylosing spondylitis. I am also taking care of my mother who is 89 years old and in kidney failure, and to make matters worst, my nephew, who has been living with us since his mother's death, was diagnosed with Hodgkin's lymphoma and undergoing treatment at MD Anderson in Houston, Texas.

I was out of work for over a year because of the pain and inflammation that is constant. Last month I was forced to go back to work despite of my medical condition because of the expenses of traveling back and forth to get chemo therapy for Chris, the expense of adult care. Additionally, my mother was place on hospice care last week.

Then, of all things my car breaks down. Since there is no public transportation, I need help getting my car fixed. If I can just get some help with the repairs to my car, we can make it.
We have sold everything we could sale, we have cut back on food to 2 meals a day and we have no extra anything. This has been going on for almost a year. We have been denied social security benefits as well as medicaid, which is in appeals, but in the mean time, I need to get to work.
Can you please help the mechanic says oil leak and struts problem. I would be willing to set up a payback.

Im taking care of my sick father and working 2 jobs, I just need some help please, anything will help and if you can afford to help please do. even if its just $1.00. Its very hard taking care of my dad with the jobs im working and i cant even have time with him so i can hold those memories close to my heart after he passes :( he has lymphoma and hepititis C, and is going through Chemo but his liver is not handleing the chemo well so we dont know how much time he has left.

My wife is a nurse. She works Hospice. For the twenty plus years I've known her, the one thing I could say about her is that she is a very giving person. The things she does to make sure everyone else is cared for, the way she puts everyone else before herself, are some of her best defining characteristics. Our son, bless him, is almost exactly like her. But now, as the holidays loom, she's become very ill.

My wife had uterine cancer. They performed surgery this weekend, and were surprised to find a lot more cancer outside the uterus and of a more aggressive type than their tests indicated.

Now we are looking at at least 6 months of chemo and radiation therapy. She goes in this weekend to have another tumor biopsied.

She's on leave of absence from work. I have a job, but it pays terribly. I'm looking for something better. When it was just going to be one surgery and done, we knew things would get tight, but her recovery would let her get back to work without us losing anything. Now with her being out of work a further six months, we just don't know how we're going make it all work.

We're on a medical card now, so the bills from her treatment are paid. We get food stamps, so we can eat. What we don't have is a way to pay the mortgage or car payment or any of the other bills that come up on a monthly basis. My paychecks are far from enough. I'm going to work every shift they give me, but by myself, I can't do it.

Every little bit helps. Thank you, and god bless.

Hello, I have stage 4 colon cancer in both of my lungs along with other health issues. I do not like asking for help and I am sorry for needing to. I have not able to work since being diagnosed with colon cancer in Nov 2005 at the age of 38. I had surgery in Dec 2005 to remove 12 inches of my colon and was never given chemo. In Feb 2006 it was suspected that the cancer had spread to my female organs and I had a full hysterectomy in March 2006. There is no record of any biopsy performed on the massive cysts. In Feb 2009 I was diagnosed with Stage 4 Colon Cancer in both lungs. I do chemo treatments as needed to hopefully prolong my life. My doctors said surgery or radiation were not options for me, it would remove to much good lung tissue and cause severe breathing issues or worse. I have diabetes with numbers 200+ and take 6+ shots per day, high blood pressure, hypothyroid, and lower lung disease/COPD. I have been diagnosed with severe Non-alcoholic fatty liver disease which according to my every 3 month CT scans is progressing. My gallbladder and pancreas no longer functioning. I have terrible Neuropathy caused by the chemo and diabetes and I am allergic to Lyrica that might would help.

We are not going to have much of the holidays this year, if at all. I am not worried about that. We moved into this house and have had issue after issue with the heating and ac unit. The homeowners are not doing what they need. We have been paying $400+ electric bills in addition to rent, gas and water/sewer. We have applied for help but have about $15 to much income. We really could use some help with the electric or anything else you choose. I can provide the account numbers and phone numbers if you want, even a few dollars helps a lot.

If you cannot help there we could use help with food and/or personal items. I have hardly been eating for a variety of reasons. One being we do not have a lot of food. I drink a lot of milk, or try to, because it helps my stomach not to hurt and sometimes it is all I can handle. Another reason is I have not had the money for my medications like insulin so I have been doing what I can to keep my sugar down and that means not eating a lot. I am so tired of all of this. We are looking for another house because this one has caused this terrible ordeal with the high bills.

Please if you can help us it would be so appreciated. Thank you for at least reading this.

My wife was just diagnosed with inflammatory breast cancer, which is
the most destructive form of breast cancer. Earlier this year our
newborn was diagnosed with single left ventricle - a kind of
hypoplastic left heart syndrome (which is pretty much the worst heart
condition possible). My daughter has had two surgeries, and although
insurance covered most of the costs we still have gone thousands in
debt. Even though I've been struggling with epileptic seizures, I'm
trying to get a Ph.D. in college and working as a teacher's assistant
(which pays very little). My wife works, but I am unsure whether she
will be able to once she starts chemo. Even though we both went to
graduate school, we only take home about $29,000 a year, but we owe
$250,000 in loan debt, thousands in medical bills, and often have to
get pay day loans to have enough money to eat. Please help. If all you
can spare is a small donation, then at least we could use it to make
sure we have enough to eat without resorting to more bills and debt
and could maybe pay off some of our medical bills. Thank you.

My wife was just diagnosed with inflammatory breast cancer, which is the most destructive form of breast cancer. Earlier this year our newborn was diagnosed with single left ventricle - a kind of hypoplastic left heart syndrome (which is pretty much the worst heart condition possible). My daughter has had two surgeries, and although insurance covered most of the costs we still have gone thousands in debt. Even though I've been struggling with epileptic seizures, I'm trying to get a Ph.D. in college and working as a teacher's assistant (which pays very little). My wife works, but I am unsure whether she will be able to once she starts chemo. Even though we both went to graduate school, we only take home about $29,000 a year, but we owe $250,000 in loan debt, thousands in medical bills, and often have to get pay day loans to have enough money to eat. Please help. If all you can spare is a small donation, then at least we could use it to make sure we have enough to eat without resorting to more bills and debt and could maybe pay off some of our medical bills. Thank you.

I need help more than ever now. My landlord just gave me an eviction notice last night because I'm two months behind on the rent. I have a storage unit in Vista, CA with what little I own in there and I just got a call Sunday that everything in my unit is going to be auctioned off Oct. 15th if I don't get that rent up to date. I owe about $400 on that. Because of my breast cancer and other medical problems I applied for State Disability, which I've been turned down twice for. Last week I had a hearing in San Diego and lost. I guess I'm not disabled enough in their eyes. I'm looking for a job as a Bookkeeper or Administrative Asst. but the unemployment rate in CA if now over 12%. If there is anything you can do to help it would be greatly appreciated. God bless you.
Patty Allen
P.O. Box 583
Vista, CA 92085

I've been going through breast cancer for the last 15 months. Although I'm now cancer free, the aftermath, the pain, the numbness, humility of having only one breast is worse than when I was going through chemo. At least at that time I was getting some help from a cancer organization based out of Orange County, but they serve San Diego County also. I'm a 58 single woman with no husband, no kids and no one to take care of me but myself. Although I'm emotionally ready to work only part time right now, I was recently hired and working 15 hours a week…. Not much. It’s not enough to pay my rent, put gas in my old van, let alone go out to dinner or a movie with a friend. My resume is on craigslist and I have a great deal of administrative and bookkeeping experience. I have about $2 to my name, my rent is past due and I have no money for gas. My cell phone needs a "Straight Talk” phone card every 30 days I purchase at Wal-mart (which is $45). I'm not getting any help from any organization, I’ve been turned down three times for disability and I can’t apply anymore. I don't know where to turn. I drive a 16 year old van with a transmission that is failing and it cost $90 to fill the tank. I don't want to be homeless again. My rent is $700 a month and I have none of it. I’m now two months behind. The landlord has already given me an eviction notice and I like where I live. I was told God would take care of me. I pray a lot but I feel my prayers fall on deaf ears. I don't know who to turn to or how to ask for help so I’m just putting it out there. Can anyone help me please? I you know of any organizations or individual who are able to help without being strapped themselves, that would be greatly appreciated. Even if several churches helped me with $125 to $150 each (Paid to the landlord, not me, a gas card or Wal-Mart card) that would solve my immediate dilemma. Please feel free to call or email me. Thank you & GOD bless.

Patty Allen
P.O. Box 583
Vista 92085
760-518-7813
Pattya1952@hotmail.com


760-518-7813
pattya52@yahoo.com

6 months ago I lost my 2nd leg to severe diabetics and charcot syndrom.I lost the first leg 2 yrs ago.Since I lost my leg The doctors found a small growth on the small remain bone just below my nknee I am a below the knee amputee.It turned out to be cancer I amunder chemo and it is showing promise.In the mean time Social Security disabilty decided to relook and my case the told me they got a reort on my SS# that I have been working.There is no way with my health.I have taken to them everything they have asked for but those wheels turn slowly.I have had no income for 4 months and any little bit I did save is gone I am aboutto go into forclosure and to add to the matter myt Van broke down and needs $900.00 worth of work. I need a total of $6500.00 to get out from underneath this mess.any help you can give is gratly appreciated.Thank you

Hello, I am writing this for a very dear and loving friend that is dying of stage 4 cancer. She has bone, liver, breast and lympnoid cancer. Her husband of 12 years just recently passed away with brain cancer. He left behind a lot of bills that now rest on my girlfriend. She is being tormented by bill collectors day and night. She has to take medicine to control the unbearable pain from the bone cancer and she goes every Friday to the hospital for her weekly chemo treatment. We struggle every month to pay the rent, car payment, and the normal necessities of living. Granted my girlfriend may be dying but she is still entitled to some quality of life. Please help with what you can. No donation will be refused. I can be contacted at: katmandew_56@yahoo.com thank you