Chemotherapy Tags

My best friend was recently diagnosed with cancer. She's too proud to ask for help herself, and I'm one of the few people in her life that even knows she's sick. Her own family (who recently disowned her after she broke up with a fiance they liked) doesn't even know what's going on.

My friend started having a panic attack after doing some calculations and realizing that she can't afford her final semester of college this August after paying for Chemotherapy and some unexpected car repairs. Her family refuses to give her the information she needs to fill out her FAFSA, so she can't even get student loans.

I couldn't stand seeing her like that -- She's been struggling with issues for years due to a traumatic childhood, and to see her dreams of graduating fall apart due to money issues was too much to bear.

So I told her I'd pay for her last semester, in full. And looking at my finances, I will be able to pay for most of it if I penny-pinch, don't eat out, avoid driving anywhere I don't need to, and donate some blood to the local blood bank. But it looks like even with doing that, I'll come up about $500 or $600 short.

If you can donate and help out, I'd be forever grateful for you helping her dreams come true. If you can't donate, have any ideas on how someone living in the Clark County, Nevada area could make some money over the weekends, let me know in the comments.

im Carry Jones , a cameroonian , student at uinversity of buea CAMEROON. im the first child to my parents. my father is of late ,my mum was diagnosed with cervical cancer 1 week ago and $500 is required for the surgery and the chemotherapy that follows .i have breefly quit school and now work at a cyber to try to raise some cash but the pay is nothing and the doctors say the best time to operate is now that it is spreding. im out of options just help me what ever way you can please we need our mother alive she is the only person we look up to. what ever way you can help will be appreciated thanks

My father was diagnosed with Lung Canger, Stage Four a month ago. He worked all of his life to support his family and has always helped others out. Two months ago he thought he had a pnemonia and called his doctor to set up an appointment. She failed to find an infection and refered him to get further testing. The test results came back that he in fact has lung cancer and it has spread to his brain, liver, and lymph nodes. The cancer also caused extra fluid to accumulate around his heart which they drained. He just finished his first round of radiation treatment and is undergoing Chemotherapy twice a month. The doctors gave my father a prognosis of 18 months.
My parents have a mortgage and many of bills that are currently falling behind due to my father being unable to work. He was approved for Social Security Benifits but there is a 5 month waiting period with no exceptions and therefore he needs to wait until September to see his first check. I tried everything I could to see if there was an exception and the Social Security office told me that I would have to talk to my Senator. I plan on writing to him regarding this, but I know it will take a while before I hear back from any of them. Seeing my 56 year old father in such agonizing pain is hard enough, seeing my mother in a constant state of depression is extremly hard and trying to come up with plans to get fincancial help for my father seem to all be for nothing because he got not qualify for financial help due to my mothers pay. They dont put into consideration that they have a mortgage and a vehicle to pay for and with all of the doctors bills and presciption costs; they do not have enough money.
I am looking for any help that I can get. Any donated money would go directly to my father for his bills and mortgage payment. It would also go to presciptions and doctors visits so that he can continue to get good care. I have tried so many ways to find a solution to his financial problems and this is my last hope. This will save him a lot of additional stress. If there is any money that anyone could donate, it would be greatly appreciated.
We also do not know how we would come up with finneral expenses and such when the time comes. Any donations will not be used unless it is for my fathers healthcare, bills or for his funneral costs when the time comes. Thank you for your time and have a nice day.

My father was diagnosed with Lung Canger, Stage Four a month ago. He worked all of his life to support his family and has always helped others out. Two months ago he thought he had a pnemonia and called his doctor to set up an appointment. She failed to find an infection and refered him to get further testing. The test results came back that he in fact has lung cancer and it has spread to his brain, liver, and lymph nodes. The cancer also caused extra fluid to accumulate around his heart which they drained. He just finished his first round of radiation treatment and is undergoing Chemotherapy twice a month. The doctors gave my father a prognosis of 18 months.
My parents have a mortgage and many of bills that are currently falling behind due to my father being unable to work. He was approved for Social Security Benifits but there is a 5 month waiting period with no exceptions and therefore he needs to wait until September to see his first check. I tried everything I could to see if there was an exception and the Social Security office told me that I would have to talk to my Senator. I plan on writing to him regarding this, but I know it will take a while before I hear back from any of them. Seeing my 56 year old father in such agonizing pain is hard enough, seeing my mother in a constant state of depression is extremly hard and trying to come up with plans to get fincancial help for my father seem to all be for nothing because he got not qualify for financial help due to my mothers pay. They dont put into consideration that they have a mortgage and a vehicle to pay for and with all of the doctors bills and presciption costs; they do not have enough money.
I am looking for any help that I can get. Any donated money would go directly to my father for his bills and mortgage payment. It would also go to presciptions and doctors visits so that he can continue to get good care. I have tried so many ways to find a solution to his financial problems and this is my last hope. This will save him a lot of additional stress. If there is any money that anyone could donate, it would be greatly appreciated.
We also do not know how we would come up with finneral expenses and such when the time comes. Any donations will not be used unless it is for my fathers healthcare, bills or for his funneral costs when the time comes. Thank you for your time and have a nice day.

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 am a struggling 18 year old mom of a 3 year old boy. He is the highlight of my whole day. When he was 9 months old he was diagnosed with AML. I have done everything i can as a parent to fight this disease with my son. I have gotten myselfina ton ofdebt due to hospital bills.The worse thing is that my son was cancer free from 1 1/2till 3 weeks before his third birthday. He started acting really quiet and not really wanting to walk. I put him down for a nap and started seeing bruises on him. I took him into the hospital and they told me that he had relapsed once again. this was devasting news since i am ready so behind in medical bills. They told me that he needs a bone marrow transplant. We are currently on the waiting list for a tansplant and he is at the childrens hospital recieving chemotherapy 3 times a week through iv.I am just asking for any money that people can givetohelp me catch up on these medical bills. I am currently in nursing school and i have a highschool diploma and a job and i still can no even make a dent in my medical bills. I am just asking for any help to help me make a decent dent.I want tojustwake up with something less on my shoulders i really cant struggle anymore. I have so much pride i wouldnt be here if i didnt need help. Please anything you can do to help and if you can not help please all i ask is you keep my son in your prayers

I am a struggling 18 year old mom of a 3 year old boy. He is the highlight of my whole day. When he was 9 months old he was diagnosed with AML. I have done everything i can as a parent to fight this disease with my son. I have gotten myself in a ton of debt due to hospital bills. The worse thing is that my son was cancer free from 1 1/2 till 3 weeks before his third birthday. He started acting really quiet and not really wanting to walk. I put him down for a nap and started seeing bruises on him. I took him into the hospital and they told me that he had relapsed once again. this was devasting news since i am ready so behind in medical bills. They told me that he needs a bone marrow transplant. We are currently on the waiting list for a tansplant and he is at the childrens hospital recieving chemotherapy 3 times a week through iv. I am just asking for any money that people can give to help me catch up on these medical bills. I am currently in nursing school and i have a highschool diploma and a job and i still can no even make a dent in my medical bills. I am just asking for any help to help me make a decent dent. I want to just wake up with something less on my shoulders i really cant struggle anymore. I have so much pride i wouldnt be here if i didnt need help. Please anything you can do to help and if you can not help please all i ask is you keep my son in your prayers

CANCER TREATMENT AND CURE IS SURE.

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

On Monday September 12, 2011 the world came crashing down for the parents, siblings, family, and friends of 7½-year-old Sara when she was diagnosed with Medulloblastoma. Although brain tumors are rare in children, Medulloblastoma is the most common malignant central nervous system tumor in children. Occasionally Medulloblastomas spread within the nervous system and/or within the spinal column. Sara is one of those unfortunate enough to have it spread to her spinal column.

Upon receiving this catastrophic diagnosis at St. Helena Hospital that Monday morning Sara was immediately airlifted to Oakland Children’s Hospital. The following day she endured a terrifying 16-hour surgery, which included 3-4 hours of prep time. Doctors removed the brain tumor but Sara still has a long road ahead of her. As soon as she is stable enough she will start seven (7) rounds of chemotherapy which will last at least six (6) months and then undergo radiation to hopefully kill the remaining cancer that looms in her tiny frail body.

Hi, I'm trying to raise a little extra money to go towards food and bills etc. My mum is currently undergoing chemotherapy for stage 2 breast cancer. Its going pretty well and she seems in pretty good shape however due to the amount of time she has had to take off, her employers have just reduced her to half pay. I've been looking for a full time job since I graduated this year but I have only been able to get a part time job in a shop and the wages aren't great to be honest. Any amount would be welcome, I just want to be able to give her one less thing to worry about until she's back on her feet. With any luck, her treatment will be over in two months and I'm constantly applying for jobs and hopefully something will come up before then. This is really just a last resort to get us through until one or the other comes along. Thank you so much for your time.

My Mum has been receiving Treatment for Bladder Cancer for over 10 years.Approximately 5 years ago it came back with a vengeance and spread to one of her kidneys.My mum had to have it removed and was in hospital for 10 days.Due to all the chemotherapy my mum has received over the years,her bladder is weak.She has not had a decent nights sleep for years as she has to keep going to the Toilet through out the night.

My mum never complains about the pain,Always puts others before her own needs.She is always rushing about trying to help anyone who needs her help.

I would like to treat my mum to the biggest bunch of flowers anyone can make up for her.She loves Roses and Carnations.She used to love Gardening but has had to give this up due to her illness.I do try to help her as much as I can.
I am struggling to find the money to pay for the flowers because I am on a very limited Income.I have 3 children and only work part time.I have been raising them myself as Their father passed away 3 years ago.

Any help would be very much appreciated.I Do not expect Much,even if it is 50 pence.It would be very much appreciated and If I raise enough then the first thing I am going to do is go to the Florist and get them to make her a beautiful bunch of flowers.
It is my way of saying Thank you for all she has done for me and the Grandchildren because she really is a Wonderful Mother.

Could use your assistance please:

I have owned a wig salon for over 20 years
my main focus is helping ladies, children, and
men deal with the effects of chemotherapy
that causes their hair to fall out. I see
so many people of all age groups that struggle
with the purchase of a wig and some headwear.
Most insurance companies do not pay for a wig
(cranial prosthesis) in medial terms. Most
women feel that losing their hair is almost
as devastating as being diagnosed with cancer.
Most ladies have famalies and small children
that don't understand the changes taking place
to their mother. That is way it is important
for Mom to look as normal as possible.

I carry name brand wigs that look so real
and natural for work or home. The smiles and thanks I receive are heart warming, it just makes you wonder how they will overcome the
hand they were dealt. I already discount the wigs as low as I can but still the really nice wigs are expensive (lace-front,mono-top).

Please help me help others - I would appreciate donations to purchase more wigs and headwear and give them to families that can not afford this necessity while going
through chemotherapy.

My business is very well know in the community
and I work closely with the American Cancer
Society and local Oncologist. Many people have
been through this process and know that a wig
and headwear are so very important through
the journey of cancer treatment.

Regards

The Wig Lady

This is the first time I've tried begging online. I don't know where to start or how to do things right. I've been in the worst state in my life. I've been praying so hard that opportunity knocks but it seems elusive. I'm broke & I don't know how I can handle all the problems in my life. My sister lately when thru a chemotherapy session but seems to be showing some progress but I can't help her in my state as of now. I can't even provide any financial support to my family as much as I want to eat my meal once a day. I sold out everything I had & I also tried selling my kidney & blood. I have tried anything that I can do but I'm holpless. I just want to end my life hoping to escape my problems. I don't know what else I can do. I hope anyone here can help me. I would really appreciate it to the bottom of my heart & soul. At least a decent meal to even start finding myself a decent work.I would appreciate any donation that you can provide me & I hope one day I can personally thank you for your kindness.

Two years ago my life went upside down , Diagnosed with breast cancer my fight to survive begins. Now , I am free of cancer but still fighting to survive , my bills pile up ,because of my 14 months chemotherapy treatment I was unable to work, now I got back to work but still we can not recover from debt.
My family is falling apart , and need help.I have no where to turn , I am scared that the stress I am going through is not helping me with my healing, I lost my health and soon I will lose everything I worked for all my life ......... I had a second chance in life so please help me to get through this hard time , so I can keep my family together and be free of stress . Any donation will be welcome and appreciated , thanks .

Hello, I am a newly diagnosed cancer patient who until few months ago believe in the health system but unfortunately due to our country financial situation most of the benefits businesses used to provided were cut off, including my health insurance. Now I am left with a need for chemotherapy and no insurance to cover the expenses. I need the treatments to survive, but I do not have the means to pay for it. please help me.
Thank you,
Loretta

This is complicated, and I sincerely appreciate anyone who takes the time to learn about my situation.

In the spring of 2010 I sold my car to a coworker. He payed in installments, so I didn't want to transfer the title to his name until I had received full payment for the vehicle. I let him take the car before he finished paying because he told me he had purchased insurance for it. Well, he rear-ended someone and it turns out he lied about having insurance. Pretty soon after the accident he left town, and I never heard from him again. Now, the insurance company of the driver he hit is suing my family for $8,000.

The reason this is such a problem is because my mother is starting chemotherapy for breast cancer. She's already had surgery and the bills are starting to pile up already. We just can't afford to pay for this lawsuit, and if we go bankrupt I will not be able to finish my degree. I am one year away from graduating with a bachelor's degree in biology.

Please help me keep my life together. I'm so desperate.

Thank you so much for taking the time to read this, it really means a lot to me.

Hi,My name is Kris and I'm looking for someone can help us pay hospital bills.My wife Bozena two years ago she had breast cancer operations and chemotherapy entire year.Because at the same time I lost my job for 3 months, our medical insurance has been terminated and 70% bills is still not paid now is over 60K.Every month I fought in court for a reduction of these bills,without any effects they still growing.We are struggling financially even I working 14 hours a day seven days weekly.My current earnings are not sufficient to cover all payments and unfortunately my wife can not get no work anywhere and the money earned by me are mostly spent on doctors,food and fuel.At the moment we are on the way to lose our house because we pay as we can.And our two children are no longer happy, because in most of the time usually they eat cheerios and instant soup.We really need desperate help to stop this madness. If there is anyone that can help we would be grateful for any donations to stop this madness.Thank you all very much and God Bless you!
Kris

I am a 31 year old mother of 3.I have been without insurance for 2 years.I recently found a lump in my breast and I was able to go to a free clinic and get the testing I needed.I was diagnosed with breast cancer and need chemotherapy.I really can't estimate how much the treatments will cost but every little bit helps. Anything you could give would be very appreciated.Thank you!!!

My husband is an amazing father of two beautiful kids, ages 8 and 9. He served in the US Army, special forces. He is the greatest man I have ever met, strong, loving, and giving to others. He currently has and was diagnosed with testicular cancer. He is in desperate need of chemotherapy and radiation. Due to insurance issues and our lack of funds, he might not be able to receive the proper treatment necessary to give him the possibility of recovery. His children need him, he is all they have, and they are still so young. They are going through a hard time themselves knowing that daddy is sick.

We just sold our house to get all the money we could get for chemo. Right after selling our home, we had to put everything we owned in a storage POD. Over the course of a week, without us knowing, our POD was broken into and EVERYTHING was stolen out of it. We lost our entire life. We don't have anything we can sell to even raise more money, the money we need to get treatment for my husband!

Please please! Anything will help us. I just want to see my husband better and give his children the ability to grow up with their father! Thank you so very much in advance if you feel called to help us out! And thank you for taking the time to just read my post. We believe in the power of prayer, also, so send them our way.

My husband is an amazing father of two beautiful kids, ages 8 and 9. He served in the US Army, special forces. He is the greatest man I have ever met, strong, loving, and giving to others. He currently has and was diagnosed with testicular cancer. He is in desperate need of chemotherapy and radiation. Due to insurance issues and our lack of funds, he might not be able to receive the proper treatment necessary to give him the possibility of recovery. His children need him, he is all they have, and they are still so young. They are going through a hard time themselves knowing that daddy is sick.

We just sold our house to get all the money we could get for chemo. Right after selling our home, we had to put everything we owned in a storage POD. Over the course of a week, without us knowing, our POD was broken into and EVERYTHING was stolen out of it. We lost our entire life. We don't have anything we can sell to even raise more money, the money we need to get treatment for my husband!

Please please! Anything will help us. I just want to see my husband better and give his children the ability to grow up with their father! Thank you so very much in advance if you feel called to help us out! And thank you for taking the time to just read my post. We believe in the power of prayer, also, so send them our way.

I just recently had a partial masssectomy and am unable to work for the next six weeks. Since I have been living paycheck to paycheck, this will really put me in a bad situation, and I don't know how I will pay my rent next month of $1050. I hope to return back to work in 4 weeks and will be getting chemotherapy treatments for 5-6 months while I'm working--and will need help with all these medical bills piling up as well-- I hope I can manage but will try.. I know alot of people are worst off and need more help than I do, but I just hope and pray I can get some financial help somehow, somewhere..

Please call or email if you would like to help.. (702) 917-6207 or luzevc@gmail.com

Last May I lost my baby, a 7 year old black lab mix named Bully, to lymphoma after 9 months of chemotherapy. In Bully's memory I went on Pet Finder to donate to help save another "big black" dog in Bully's memory. Luke was that dog.

Myself and a friend gave donations to help get Luke neutered and heart worm tested so a rescue organization would hopefully take him and find him a home as he only had a couple days before being euthanized. I kept in touch with the shelter he was at only to find out when they put him under to be neutered he actually died on the table and they brought him back. They then found out he had a congenital heart disease and no rescue organizations would take him.

I went and got Luke last September because I did not want him living out the rest of his days in a cage. At the time I was told his treatment for this condition would only cost about $50 a month. We had a multitude of debt already from Bully's chemo treatments, but I figured we could handle the $50 a month. 9 months and many, many bills later it turns out Luke's heart condition in quite expensive to treat. He had a complication in May when he got digoxin toxicity from the digoxin he takes for his heart. He was very sick for a couple of weeks and now we are having to have his chest tapped to remove fluid anywhere from every 2-4 days. He does not mind the chest taps and he feels like a puppy after their over but the tap alone is $255 and that doesn't count the office visit that goes with it or his numerous medications he's on. We’ve spent over $4000 in the last two months alone and the credit cards are quickly drying up.

I have a job and work every day, I hate to ask for money, but anybody who is willing to give, I promise you that each and every dollar will go towards Luke, his medical expenses and all his medicines. For everyone, giving or not, please remember Luke every day in your prayers.

Thank you for reading this.