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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.

Without telling you my whole life story and perhaps making you cry for hours, I'll highlight some of the big things that led me to this site.

I grew up with one parent. My mother, who struggled to make ends meet working as a CNA. When I was 16 I had two jobs to help with the bills my mom had.

When I was seventeen I was sexually assaulted by a supposed friend and conceived a child which I of course kept. I had my daughter only four days after graduating high school with very good grades.

Went to College for criminal justice in hopes of becoming a law enforcement officer or work at a correctional facility. Then I met a guy I fell in love with, we had a child together. He asked me to Marry him, and then 6 months after we got engaged, left me for someone ten years younger than me.

Here I sit. Single Mom, two kids. I did graduate college, and get a job in my field, however that isn't helping at all with catching up on all the bills my ex left me with and my student loan debt which is in default because I'm going paycheck to paycheck.

I don't qualify for any type of help, I wanted to file bankruptcy however an attorney is at least a thousand dollars which would take me like two years to save up for so I'm trying to file that myself to help my situation. My family is dysfunctional and I have no rich uncles or grandparents.

I dont understand why god thinks I have such strong shoulders! I can't carry this burden of life I have. It seems like there isn't a way out!! I'm facing losing my home, my paychecks that keep me going due to student loan ganishments, and I'm so stressed out I ant even think most days. How did I get here? I ask myself if I'm that bad of a person Karma has to hold me down and suffocate me?

I wish I could get any kind of help in life, even someone to tell me what to do!! I tried donating plasma but they kicked me out because my veins roll, I can't get anyone to hire me for a second job with the hours I work, and damnit my life just flipping sucks!!!!

Thanks for reading, I hope your life is better than mine is.

I am fortunate in a lot of ways. I have a job... I have a couch to sleep on until I am back on my feet... I have friends who have taken in my fur babies until I can afford to give them their own home again... but I am still struggling. I am trying to pay off the debts I accumulated in order to get home when my marriage fell apart. I stretched myself too thin this last pay period.. I tried to do too much. I needed to get a few uniform items for work, some maintenance on my car, and catch up a couple of bills... I didn't leave myself enough for food and gas... I only have to make it another week. I don't need much.. I was planning to donate plasma to make up the difference but I got sick (I work around sick people a lot, go figure) and they won't let you donate when you are sick. I've given to people in need before.. even when I could barely afford to. I've always been a charitable person... so maybe someone out there might be willing to help me in my time of need?

Like I stated above, I am a student. I took out a short-term loan with my school, which my school told me my financial aid would pay for it so I would not have to worry about it. But unknown to me, my financial aid had not come in by specific time they wanted it paid by. So they told me I couldn't sign up for classes and that my financial aid, which I could just use to pay off the loan, would be withheld until I pay the minimum amount for the loan. $1,450. I don't have that and schools about to start in a few days please help me raise the money. I've given plasma and sold many things to get $323. Help me make up the rest. Thank you.

Hello to anyone that can help us. My family and I will soon be homeless unless we can come up with the last $50 we need for rent. I've tried everything I can think of (including donating plasma, but didn't even get all the money I was promised). My absolute last resort i'm sad to say is to sell myself because my body is the last thing of value I have. I really can't stand the thought of doing this, even disreguarding the fact that it's illegal, I just don't want some nasty crackhead pawing all over me or knowing that my children would ever find out that I sunk that low. Can anyone please help us? We're running out of time and I don't know what to do. All the so called charity and gov't organizations have only kept me running in circles or turned me down. Please help us. My paypal account is under my email address: dub_nor_mino3@yahoo.com
Thank you for anything you can do.

I'm so desperate that I'm giving this a try because I've tried everything. Well, I used to have a credit card, when I had a job, a year ago but the company where I used to work closed and I was left without my job. I've really been looking hard for a job since then but I haven't been able to get one, not even as a dishwasher. My bills are the only things that are accumulating and now I am tired of getting harassing calls from my bank. I used to use the credit card to help my family pay the bills, since we are always short in cash. But now I owe 1193 dollars and I don't know what to do. I've tried everything from looking for every kind of job, to donating plasma, to looking for income generating schemes, on the internet, but the latter is simply full of scams. I just want to pay my full debt, so I only have to worry about getting a job. I know this is not as bad of a situation as some others that have been posted here, but any help is welcomed. I just liked to add that I'm trying this because I can't see a ray of light saving me, yet. I think some of the stories I've read here are somewhat gloomy, but I want to assure you guys, that if I am able to overcome this problem anyhow, I will try to help you because I would like to be your ray of hope, at least for some people minimum. I don't think asking for help is bad, whenever people help, they bring a more justice to our world, in my opinion.

Please help me get some money so I can finish school. I am an unemployed, disabled vet who has two small children at home. I do not qualify for food stamps so all the money I get from donating plasma helps feed and cloth my children. I am trying very hard to find a job and have not been successful. Please any little bit you can give so I can finish school and find a job and feed my children would help so much. I myself do not need to eat, but my children do. Please find it in your heart to help me.
Thank you even if you just read it,
Disabled Vet

I am a recently single mom of 4 intelligent children. Their school is 40 miles away from home with no bus transportation available. Each day it costs me roughly $15 in gas. I am currently out on disability for degenerative disc disease of the back and neck and also Bipolar Disorder. My children's education is the most important thing to me. They attend a five star magnet school and are all AB Honor Roll students. I am supporting a family of 5 on $871 which is my disability check and $451 from Supplemental Nutrition Assistance Program (SNAP). Everywhere I apply for help, I get doors slammed in my face because I do receive my SSDI benefits. If I were a lazy person who had never worked a day in my life, I would be doing much better off. I would be getting housing assistance and aide in trying to collect child support from my children's sperm donor. (I cannot consider him a father, because fathers take care of their children.) I do not have any close family who can help me, so I have to rely on the kindness of strangers and friends at school. Any help you can give would be greatly appreciated. I'm hoping that between donations and selling plasma, that I may be able to make ends meet this month.

I don't know how to do this properly, but I will be honest.

My husband's teeth are really bad, he had his jaw broken 10 years ago and has since lost all of his top teeth and his bottoms are all broken. He has an infection in his jaw that could go to his heart but we can't afford to get his bottom teeth pulled. He is currently 20+ lbs underweight and malnourished. He also has a mass in his bladder that we can't afford to have biopsied, even though he has a referral.

We have no income because he is unable to work and I am disabled but still fighting Social Security for any assistance, with little success.

Neither of us use drugs or alcohol, though we do have a few friends that will smoke marijuana with us occasionally.

I try to donate plasma as often as I am able, but I have to go on days that my disability isn't apparent to them, so they don't ban me, as I, technically, can't afford the loss of white blood cells.

We have sold everything of value in our home and at this point we will be losing electric and internet on Wed, Sept 14th, 2011. My daughter is 18 but can't get a job due to the fact that we cannot afford the $10 to get a copy of her original birth certificate, so she cannot get an i.d.

We have no vehicle and take a rolling suitcase to the grocery when our foodstamps come, but due to bus fare, this is becoming increasingly difficult.

There are a lot of things that I, personally, need and go without, but I am genuinely most concerned with my husband and I growing old together, which won't happen if his health continues to decline. He is 39, I am 36, we have been together 16 years.

I don't know if this rant will do any good, but for the love of all that is holy, I hope someone, somewhere, sees it and feels compelled to investigate the reality of our situation.

Most sincerely,
Lori, Nick, and Brit

I am a proud man who has worked my whole life to make a life for me and my family. I very recently lost my job due to downsizing. I have been a printer since the age of 20, I am 52 now. My wife has Multiple Sclerosis and Diabetes and hasn't worked in almost a year. I love her very much and will not leave her. I have been raising my three step daughters and one step granddaughter with just my income and unfortunantly unemployment with not take care of the bills. I need a good paying job or some type of helping hand. I was barely able to give my family a decent Christmas but it has drained almost all my finances. I am in a debt management program for our credit cards but with the mortgage and utility bills coming up it is scary what may happen.Right now I'm $3,000 behind on everything. I donate plasma twice a week for a little extra money. Like I said before, I am a proud man and only desperation drives me to look for solutions in this manner. My email is r.douglasewing@gmail.com if there is anyone generous enough to help or I can answer questions. I just don't know what else to do. I am looking for jobs now but not much luck. I live just east of Kansas City, Mo. Thanks for taking the time to read this.....Doug

We don't make a lot of money but my son loves dance and gymnastics, it is $25 per month for one class a week, he wants to take four classes a week he wants to take beginning ballet/tap,hip hop, jazz/poms, and acrobatics
he can't decide and really wants to do them all for a while, if he doesn't like one he can drop out and they will switch the money to his other class
I should be able to afford his classes if i donate plasma four times a month (i get $25 a donation) i will do it this way because i want him to do what he enjoys, but it would be so much easier if some of the classes were payed for in advance
i can give you the information for him and the school so you could pay directly to the school, that way you would know for sure that was where your money was going
my email is confusedqueen1986@yahoo.com

We were one of the ones who lost there house in this mess,the job i was working was gone.I started working for myself doing home repairs, digging in the trash to find junk metal to cash in.Then we lost everything in a fire. Got back out there and kept on trying. since then i have become disabled and am wait to hear from ssdi. The lawyers say it could be 2012 before i know if i will get money. I dont care, I would rather work.
Saved our tax return to pay bills but that just ran out. I sell my plasma sometimes but that is not something you can do all the time. We have 3 girls that are growing out of their clothes,Electric is due,house payment,etc. I have nothing left to sell and not sure what to do. I found this on a google search for help. I have a vast knowledge of home and auto repair. At the very least if you are reading this and I can help you with some advice on repairs give me a shout and I will help you save money.
Thanks for reading this and to all those that help other people.

My name is Megan and I am 25 years old. I have a college degree, and I have a job. I live with my cat and soon-to-be husband in a 3-room apartment.

We are planning to get married in the fall, but if things keep up they way they have been, we will have to call it off, because we will not be able to afford a dress, or a suit, or rings, or even the wedding licence. We both make just enough not to be eligible for welfare, but we are barely living paycheck to paycheck. We are both employed full-time, but the bills just seem to keep getting bigger. neither of us can afford health insurance. I make credit card payments that get eaten away by finance charges, and he has to spend money just to keep his car from dying on him.

There are a few bills that I knew if I could pay off, we would be so much better, and I would be able to pay for the wedding myself. Unfortunately, the lowest one is $3000.

I am asking for help because I do not know what else to do. We cannot give blood or plasma, and I make jewelry to sell for extra money but no one ever buys it. Please help us if you can; Every penny counts.

I really need help. I have tried all the at home businesses I could find (all charge money or you have to pay to earn money), I have tried getting grants, donating plasma-which I can't do because of my blood pressure. I've tried everything. In september of last year I lost my job and I have barely been scraping by since on food stamps and my husband's social security disability income. I am 24 years old. I have arthritis and scoliosis as well as bad knees and constant migraines. My teeth are constantly hurting and in bad condition since I can't afford to go to the dentist and haven't been able to for years. I need help. Any money you could donate would help at least get me through with paying my rent and bills and for food. I really need to go to the dentist and my husband, who has a rare eye disease needs to go to an eye specialist before he starts going blind. Please find it in your heart to help me. Thank you.

My name is Amy, I'm 30 years old, nine months pregnant and expecting my baby any day now.

2010 was the hardest year of my life. I contracted Haemolytic Uremic Syndrome in February 2010. Basically, I drank unhygenic water and unfortunately Ecoli bacteria got into my system. This led to kidney failure for which I had to undergo nine plasma transfusions and daily dialysis. It is only by the grace of God that I am alive today. I truly believe it was a miracle I survived.

However, God is good and has given my husband and I a beautiful child who I will name Charlotte Grace.

This has been a rough year for us, however I look forward with hope and wish to move on from this horrible sickness. It is my dream to start my own online clothing business, which I had been working towards before I became ill. I have finally found something I am passionate about and would love to have the opportunity to live out my dream. This is where your help comes in. I am asking for a small donation to support my dream of becoming an online retailer. I need $860 to have a website designed by a professional and a further $400 for buying in wholesale clothing items.

I know it is a big ask, but I am so passionate and desperate that I have decided to do this. If you could find it in your heart to support me and my family I would be so greatful.

Any amount that you could give me would be appreciated. We are not a wealthy family and like many struggle to pay bills, especially now with a baby on the way.

Thanks so much for taking the time to read my story. Many blessings and thank you once again. God bless.

Hello World: I am a mother of a 7 year old, and a 10 year old. I have a fianc'e. I live in a four bedroom house that I can not afford but got to have a place for my family and a spare bedroom to help out a fellow Person in need. I have always been the kind-hearted to help others and take people in, give money, and contribute to every charity that I came across. In September, I was laid off from my job. I couldn't afford my bills. I joined a carnival and it ended in October. They will not rehire until May. My kids are in school and I can't travel until summer anyway. I have looked for a job, Donated plasma, took odd jobs, Sold almost every family heirlom I owned. I still am behind on my bills. It seems i have no hope. My boyfriend can't find a job, so He goes out everyday even Sundays looking for aluminum cans and scrap metals to try and help. Local Churches and Charities all say they are out of funds. Online Home jobs are all scams it seems. Currently My landlord is taking me to eviction court. My utilities are about to be shut off. I have even thought of selling some of my foodstamps and i know that is wrong and Illegal. I have tried to hold a sign, Panhandle and beg for help. I have gotten into trouble with the police so I quit doing it. I've had yard sales, rented rooms, and whatever else I could try to pay my bills and provide for my family. All to no use. I feel like such a failure. I have contemplated suicide. I use to think " I need to be here for my kids." Now, I think, What good am I to them anyway? I wonder when the state will come take them away from me. If there is a God, If there is any Good Decent people left in this Cold world, Anyone who cares at all, Please help. I don't want yor money. I don't want a hand-out. All I need is a hand-up. I will gladly accept work of any kind. So will my boyfriend. If someone truly wanted to give, I would ask that they pay my bills or a portion directly to the utility company and the landlord. Nothing ever needs to be in my hand. This way, Everyone knows i tell the solemn truth and I really truly just want to keep my family together. PLEASE?

I'm in the process of getting a job, but with my wacky schedule, it has proved difficult. I'm trying to come up with creative solutions to make enough money for good food (other than ramen...)Apparently I don't weigh enough to donate plasma....which is a real bummer. Anything you can donate would be great.

Last year, I moved a thousand miles away from home to go to college. Me, my friend, and my girlfriend shared an apartment. I struggled to find a job while attending class for about 8 hours a day (accelerated schedule). This was the only way I would be able to make it. This whole time, my room mate didn't pay me a dime. I finally kicked him out, and now I won't be able to finish college here. I will be moving home to attend community college in March, but I just lost my job and have been selling my plasma to make ends meet. But, our bills this month were more than expected and I decided that we needed the roof over our heads and power before groceries. At this point, my fridge and pantry are empty, and I can't donate plasma again until the 9th. So, I just need enough money to buy groceries until then. I would really appreciate any help, I'm beginning to get really hungry!

This is probably the hardest thing I have ever had to do but my circumstances dictate that I must do something. I find myself in a horrible bind and short of panhandling on the street I thought I’d give this a try.

So here is my story, on February 16, 2010 I suffered a heart attack while shoveling snow in my driveway. This was truly a traumatic experience because my son and daughter were with me when this happened. As a result of the heart attack I was forced to take a leave of absence from my job. I thought I would be off for a short time but that is not what happened.

I had the angioplasty procedure and then developed an infection at the site of the procedure which required some additional surgery to drain the infected area. This required another stay in the hospital for three days in May, Which in turn required more time off from work. Then, In June i developed a problem with my blood pressure which required another stay in the hospital.

After that stay my company fired me saying that they could no longer hold my position. As if that wasn’t bad enough they then refused to give me any unemployment stating that I had quit, because I had failed to submit a form. I realize that it was my responsibility to submit the form but in my defense I was dealing with some serious health issue and it just slipped through the cracks.

I was still under doctor’s care but I did not prevail in the attempt to get any benefits. So I began to live off my savings and going to my cardiac rehab. Then in October just after being released from doctor’s care I suffered a mild stroke. Which left me not only physically down but mentally depressed I spent 27 days in the hospital and have exhausted all of my savings.

I have now lost my home and the engine in my car blew out. Fortunately I have been able to receive VA benefits for my health issues which has been a huge help. But now I find myself in need of funds to get back on my feet. I need $5,000.00 to get my car fixed and to tide me over while I look for a job. I now live in the basement of my mother home and am desperate to get back on my feet.

I have donated plasma in order to give my kids some sibilance of Christmas, but I need help to move forward. This so embracing but I am at the end of my rope and don’t know what else to do, so anything you could donate I would be ever so grateful.

Thank you,

Wayne D. Shemwell, Sr.
502.632.1742

This is probably the hardest thing I have ever had to do but my circumstances dictate that I must do something. I find myself in a horrible bind and short of panhandling on the street I thought I’d give this a try.
So here is my story, on February 16, 2010 I suffered a heart attack while shoveling snow in my driveway. This was truly a traumatic experience because my son and daughter were with me when this happened. As a result of the heart attack I was forced to take a leave of absence from my job. I thought I would be off for a short time but that is not what happened.
I had the angioplasty procedure and then developed an infection at the site of the procedure which required some additional surgery to drain the infected area. This required another stay in the hospital for three days in May, Which in turn required more time off from work. Then, In June i developed a problem with my blood pressure which required another stay in the hospital.
After that stay my company fired me saying that they could no longer hold my position. As if that wasn’t bad enough they then refused to give me any unemployment stating that I had quit, because I had failed to submit a form. I realize that it was my responsibility to submit the form but in my defense I was dealing with some serious health issue and it just slipped through the cracks.
I was still under doctor’s care but I did not prevail in the attempt to get any benefits. So I began to live off my savings and going to my cardiac rehab. Then in October just after being released from doctor’s care I suffered a mild stroke. Which left me not only physically down but mentally depressed I spent 27 days in the hospital and have exhausted all of my savings.
I have now lost my home and the engine in my car blew out. Fortunately I have been able to receive VA benefits for my health issues which has been a huge help. But now I find myself in need of funds to get back on my feet. I need $5,000.00 to get my car fixed and to tide me over while I look for a job. I now live in the basement of my mother home and am desperate to get back on my feet.
I have donated plasma in order to give my kids some sibilance of Christmas, but I need help to move forward. This so embracing but I am at the end of my rope and don’t know what else to do, so anything you could donate I would be ever so grateful.

Help me be the kind of girl you like to pass when walking down the street. I am not an unattractive female, but I am over weight and have a few flaws I would like to...repair.
I am relatively healthy and looks are not the most important thing in the world and you could make a more traditional charitable contribution elsewhere, or you could say this is interesting and get a kick out of helping a young lady look her best.
I have never had plastic surgery before, and I am not interested in changing my overall appearance and creating a completely unnatural look for myself. I just want to improve some things and I cannot afford to do that without your financial contributions.
~I like my breasts, they are set high on my chest, nice and naturally round a very nice solid C cup, cute pert nipples, but I'm not 19 anymore and I would like a little lift nothing drastic no augmentation no reduction, just a lift.
~I like my face, I like my normal sized forehead, my nice not to thin not too thick eyebrows that feature a strong though not severe natural arch. I like my pretty and frequently complemented green eyes and their decent lashes that need only a coat of mascara to stand out, but I hate the furrows in my forehead, the crease in my brow and fear crow’s feet.
~My natural body shape leans toward the "hour glass figure" bigger breasts and butt than waist. However my shape seems to have gotten lost recently and no matter how much I change the foods I eat or the frequency that I eat them, I can never seem to lose more than 60 pounds :( and exercising helps me to feel great, but I really only firm up, I don't shrink. I am not looking to be a stick figure; I just want my nice natural shape back.
~I like my lips; someone once said to me, "you have Clara Bow lips" turns out Clara Bow was a silent film star. So my lips are beautiful and I worry about getting lines around them or losing their fullness, but I do not smoke and do not have any lines there yet. :)
I do not have kids, I am a good deal less than 40 and I enjoy outdoor activities. Help me keep the outdoors beautiful! ;)
F.Y.I.:
*The average cost of a breast lift varies from $3,500 to $6,000. Cost for anesthesia ranges from $1,000 to $1,300. The facility fee (or hospital fee) ranges from $500 to $1,500. The remaining cost is the surgeon's fee.
* The average cost of botox injections is around $450 - $500 per injection. Multiple injections are usually given at one time, so the cost can add up quickly.
*Portrait Plasma Skin regeneration (high energy, PSR3) is an exceptionally safe skin resurfacing modality when used by an experienced practitioner (it is somewhat technique dependent). Charge for a PSR3 can be $3500 and up, depending on the skin type. PSR1 treatments (low energy, multiple treatments) typically run $1500 for full-face treatment.
*Juvederm cost typically ranges between $800 and $1,300 per syringe, depending on the formula used and other factors. In some cases, a second syringe may be needed for a fully satisfactory outcome. Some practices may offer a reduced rate for the second syringe in these cases. ArteFill treatment now costs $1,000 per syringe. You may want to ask your doctor about payment plan options.
*Typically, Liposuction will cost an individual between USD $4,000 for 2 small areas and as much as USD $10,000 for 5 areas, but your Liposuction surgeon will have a more specific idea of the Liposuction cost after a consultation. On average, Liposuction in the U.S. costs $2,000 per body area treated. While the cost of the lower and mid body lift procedure generally ranges from $6,000 to $8,000, a full body lift typically costs $10,000 to $17,000, but can go up to $50,000 depending on the extent of treatment. The only way to determine the exact cost of lower or upper body lift surgery is to contact a plastic surgeon in your area for a full consultation.

I need $400 for a CNA class. This will help me get a better job and more hours.

Then I will complete an associate degree RN program.

I will pay it forward also. Here is my plan. After I complete the CNA class I will save at least $10 per week and help someone else complete a CNA program. You can see this can easily be done. $10 per week isn't a lot of money. I could save this with my normal paycheck or donating plasma. Your small donation will help 2 people and their family.

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Hello,

My name is Christina and I am a 25 year old United States Air Force veteran who is desperately in need of financial assistance for bill pay. I am currently attending college Monday through Friday to become a Radiologist, therefore I can only work part-time to allow myself ample time to study as well. I have maintained a 3.7 GPA for the past two semesters, which has landed me on the school's President's List for Academic Excellence. However, with recent struggles, the stress has taken a huge toll on my mind and is reflecting upon my grades.

I have been trying to regain my composure and get back on my feet for a few months now. With my recent termination from my previous employer on account of turmoil between myself and my ex relationship (a manager), I have not seemed to find suitable employment. I went from making $9.42 and averaging 33-40 hours per week to a disappointing and meager $7.25 with 4-15 hours per week.

I have been blessed enough to be able to attend college tuition-free with my military background, so that alleviates some of the worry. There are still bills to pay and I cannot ever seem to make enough money through minimum wage in order to cover the cost. My mom has been fortunate enough to cover the loan on the car I first owned (which needed to be replaced due to transmission issues and being a gas guzzler), which is a monthly payment of $133. She has also been carrying the cost of my replacement car statement, which is a monthly payment of $252.96 as well as the rate for 6 months worth of car insurance which totals to around $600 for my car alone, on top of the bills SHE has. Recently, she has also taken on assisting my younger brother with his educational needs, on top of paying for my younger sister's education as well. So, she can no longer afford to assist all 3 of us because it is causing her to stress and struggle as well. Though she tries, gives 200%, and she is the hardest working woman out there in my eyes.

Last month, I was able to accumulate enough hours to finally pay the latter of the two. But with reduction in hours with my current company, I have only been scheduled a grand total of 11 hours for the past two weeks. I have unfortunately only been able to pay $126.48 of the now past due (10/02) $252.96 car payment. I feel as if I'm working to put gas in my car just to drive to a workplace 13 miles away from home and not even make close to enough of what I need in order to pay bills. It also doesn't help that my mom informed me she was going to be over budget this month with all the added expenses for my siblings.

Please, please help me. All I need is $126.48 to make this month's car payment while I continue to attend classes and seek new employment on my days off. I have been so desperate as to resort to selling my entertainment items on Craigslist, selling my clothing to thrift shops for gas money, and skipping a class or two to donate plasma for $20. I am mentally exhausted...my next pay day is on 10/8 but that will only have 4 hours on it. I truly believe in the generosity and kindness of strangers. There are good people out there who are willing to help out those in need and ease their worries.

Thank you SO much for reading. You have no idea how much this means to me.

Sincerely,
-Christina G.

Hello,

My name is Christina and I am a 25 year old United States Air Force veteran who is desperately in need of financial assistance for bill pay. I am currently attending college Monday through Friday to become a Radiologist, therefore I can only work part-time to allow myself ample time to study as well. I have maintained a 3.7 GPA for the past two semesters, which has landed me on the school's President's List for Academic Excellence. However, with recent struggles, the stress has taken a huge toll on my mind and is reflecting upon my grades.

I have been trying to regain my composure and get back on my feet for a few months now. With my recent termination from my previous employer on account of turmoil between myself and my ex relationship (a manager), I have not seemed to find suitable employment. I went from making $9.42 and averaging 33-40 hours per week to a disappointing and meager $7.25 with 4-15 hours per week.

I have been blessed enough to be able to attend college tuition-free with my military background, so that alleviates some of the worry. There are still bills to pay and I cannot ever seem to make enough money through minimum wage in order to cover the cost. My mom has been fortunate enough to cover the loan on the car I first owned (which needed to be replaced due to transmission issues and being a gas guzzler), which is a monthly payment of $133. She has also been carrying the cost of my replacement car statement, which is a monthly payment of $252.96 as well as the rate for 6 months worth of car insurance which totals to around $600 for my car alone, on top of the bills SHE has. Recently, she has also taken on assisting my younger brother with his educational needs, on top of paying for my younger sister's education as well. So, she can no longer afford to assist all 3 of us because it is causing her to stress and struggle as well. Though she tries, gives 200%, and she is the hardest working woman out there in my eyes.

Last month, I was able to accumulate enough hours to finally pay the latter of the two. But with reduction in hours with my current company, I have only been scheduled a grand total of 11 hours for the past two weeks. I have unfortunately only been able to pay $126.48 of the now past due (10/02) $252.96 car payment. I feel as if I'm working to put gas in my car just to drive to a workplace 13 miles away from home and not even make close to enough of what I need in order to pay bills. It also doesn't help that my mom informed me she was going to be over budget this month with all the added expenses for my siblings.

Please, please help me. All I need is $126.48 to make this month's car payment while I continue to attend classes and seek new employment on my days off. I have been so desperate as to resort to selling my entertainment items on Craigslist, selling my clothing to thrift shops for gas money, and skipping a class or two to donate plasma for $20. I am mentally exhausted...my next pay day is on 10/8 but that will only have 4 hours on it. I truly believe in the generosity and kindness of strangers. There are good people out there who are willing to help out those in need and ease their worries.

Thank you SO much for reading. You have no idea how much this means to me.

Sincerely,
-Christina G.