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I am middle child of three brothers. Currently, my older brother and I are currently unemployed looking desperately to find a job again. Back in November, my mother was diagnosed with acute leukemia. A day after she was diagnosed she had a stroke and my mother has not been the same since. The stroke caused a condition called "Broca's Apasia" which affects the speech part of your brain. Basically with this condition she can understand everything spoken to her, but it's her finding those words to speak back which has been affected. No complete sentence hardly ever. Well my brother and I quit our jobs to become her caretakers at home. In to a few weeks of this we had to take her to intensive care at MD Anderson because she had developed MRSA infection (Hostpital Super-Bug), and she went into septic shock. Septic shock summed up is your organs going into failure. She was put into a sedated coma for a little over a month. She was then slowly brought out of the coma and transferred to a ICU at a Hospice/Rehabilitation Facility where the doctors estimated her recovery program to take 2-3 years. We all now how much money this will accumulate to. Her insurance is fixing to run out, and when she is put on medicaid they can take all of her assets to cover medical costs. So my brother and I had to put our house (Mom's House) up for sale so they wont take the house to cover her medical costs. If the house sells right now while my brother and I are unemployed we will be homeless. I dont know how or if websites like this really recieve donations, but it is worth a try. I am all out of options. Thanks for reading my story!

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.

On January 10, 2012, my son was running down the street and collasped on the sidewalk. School vice principal rushed him to the hospital. Doctors decided to hospitalized him to undergo surgery on Jan. 11 for bilateral knee injuries in both legs. My son had to stay at this hospital for 3 weeks because we had to wait for a bed at children rehabilitation hospital in Long Island NY to get physical and occupational therapy to walk again. He must stay at this new hospital for additional 6 more weeks. This situation has cause a big financial hardship because my son hospital bill has total up to $24,000 so far. I have been at my son bedside everyday and I only make minimal wage at my job. I currently don't have many money to pay for the medical bills. And my job didn't pay me for the 3 weeks out of work. My rent is past due and no money to put food on the table. Please help my family with any donations and food. Pray for the speedy recovery of my son.

I hate doing this, but here goes. I am a recovering drug addict. I have not used any drugs since March 2003. I was a Registered Nurse in California and lost my license due to my addiction. I was arrested in March of 2003 for possession. I was required to go to out patient counseling for drug addiction by my county of residence. This counseling I believe saved my life. I looked for any job and after months of searching, I landed a job working with Buck Owens Enterprises delivering Camera Ads Magazine to local businesses around my area. Quite a change from being an Emergency Room R.N. As you can imagine my income dropped dramatically. After losing my license and thus my livelihood, I needed a new career. I decided to go to school. Aided by The California Department of Rehabilitation, I went to California State University, Bakersfield and earned a certificate in Drug and Alcohol Studies. Soon I started working in the California Prison System as a Substance Abuse Counselor. That was in 2008. I continue to work in this capacity.

A few years prior to my arrest I began working for myself as a contract R.N. And, because I was very heavy into my addiction, I was not taking care of my business responsibilities and not paying my taxes as I should. Now the State of California has attached my wages for back taxes of $4900.00 and the IRS is wanting back taxes of about $21,000.00.

I love my new work as a Substance Abuse Counselor and feel I am making a difference in turning prisoners lives around. I want to reapply for my R.N. license and use it in conjunction with my Counseling for co-occurring disorders,(mental illness with drug addiction). I am sure the California State Board of Registered Nursing would not look well on my owing back taxes.

I am almost 56 years old now and see no hope of paying these back taxes anytime soon. For this reason I am asking help. I need approximately $25,000.00 to pay off all back taxes and follow my dream. I am respectfully asking for help in this matter. And thank you for taking the time to read my story.

Well this all started Aug. 2010 when my mom had a massive stroke and had to go through surgery and then rehabilitation and while all this was going on I had to keep missing work for doctor appointments because I had to talk for her and no one else would help me with that so after a year of goin through all this my boss decided he would have to replace me and I lost my job and can't find steady work anywhere which made me have to sell my car to pay for my house I really have nowhere else to turn I have shut off notices for just about everything and I don't know what to do anymore so please if anybody can help me please find it in your heart to do so. Thank you

Well this all started Aug. 2010 when my mom had a massive stroke and had to go through surgery and then rehabilitation and while all this was going on I had to keep missing work for doctor appointments because I had to talk for her and no one else would help me with that so after a year of goin through all this my boss decided he would have to replace me and I lost my job and can't find steady work anywhere which made me have to sell my car to pay for my house I really have nowhere else to turn I have shut off notices for just about everything and I don't know what to do anymore so please if anybody can help me please find it in your heart to do so. Thank you

Well this all started Aug. 2010 when my mom had a massive stroke and had to go through surgery and then rehabilitation and while all this was going on I had to keep missing work for doctor appointments because I had to talk for her and no one else would help me with that so after a year of goin through all this my boss decided he would have to replace me and I lost my job and can't find steady work anywhere which made me have to sell my car to pay for my house I really have nowhere else to turn I have shut off notices for just about everything and I don't know what to do anymore so please if anybody can help me please find it in your heart to do so. Thank you

Well this all started Aug. 2010 when my mom had a massive stroke and had to go through surgery and then rehabilitation and while all this was going on I had to keep missing work for doctor appointments because I had to talk for her and no one else would help me with that so after a year of goin through all this my boss decided he would have to replace me and I lost my job and can't find steady work anywhere which made me have to sell my car to pay for my house I really have nowhere else to turn I have shut off notices for just about everything and I don't know what to do anymore so please if anybody can help me please find it in your heart to do so. Thank you

Well this all started Aug. 2010 when my mom had a massive stroke and had to go through surgery and then rehabilitation and while all this was going on I had to keep missing work for doctor appointments because I had to talk for her and no one else would help me with that so after a year of goin through all this my boss decided he would have to replace me and I lost my job and can't find steady work anywhere which made me have to sell my car to pay for my house I really have nowhere else to turn I have shut off notices for just about everything and I don't know what to do anymore so please if anybody can help me please find it in your heart to do so. Thank you

Well this all started Aug. 2010 when my mom had a massive stroke and had to go through surgery and then rehabilitation and while all this was going on I had to keep missing work for doctor appointments because I had to talk for her and no one else would help me with that so after a year of goin through all this my boss decided he would have to replace me and I lost my job and can't find steady work anywhere which made me have to sell my car to pay for my house I really have nowhere else to turn I have shut off notices for just about everything and I don't know what to do anymore so please if anybody can help me please find it in your heart to do so. Thank you

Hi,

My Name is Alyssa and I will be starting my first semester of Graduate School in August. My field of study is Speech and Language Pathology. I absolutely love my field but this particular field requires you to have at least a Masters degree to practice. After my grandfather had a stroke he had to go to a Speech Pathologist to help him re learn how to speak properly and to re train him on how to talk. The first time I took him to his appointment is the moment I knew that I wanted to become a Speech Pathologist and help others just like my Grandfather. I have completed my Bachelors degree and now am about to start my Graduate studies. I have 2 years of non stop, year round school to finish to complete my Masters. This is where my asking for help comes in. I had to work to put myself through my four years of college and have received no help from anyone. I have never been able to save much because of all my expenses with school. Now that I have been accepted to Graduate school I have been calculating the cost I will have over the next 2 years. The results have greatly discouraged me and to be honest have made me wonder if I will ever be able to do it. With all of my expenses including tuition, books, rent, bills, food, and other living expenses I have come to the conservative assessment that i will need around $50,000. Compared to the average price of grad school these days almost being $29,000 per semester, I figure if I live very conservative that I can just about get through it all with only spending $50,000. The college tells us not only in person but it says on their web site as well that you can not work and be in this program at the same time. Only 15 people were accepted into the Speech and Language Pathology program at my school and it is made clear to us that it is very intense and time demanding and that working outside of going through the program is not recommended and in fact discouraged. They tell us if we plan on working that it is recommended we wait to go through their Masters program. So here I am, I have tried applying for Grants and loans and I cannot seem to catch a break. I apologize for you having to read this long request for help but I want you to know that if you do decide to help me that you will be helping me reach my goals and dreams and in turn you will help an unlimited number of other people through my career who have speech disabilities for any number of reasons who need help to overcome it. Because of my Grandfather I am hoping to specialize in those who suffer from brain injuries or neurological damage and be able to give them the new life my Grandfather was given through his rehabilitation. He past away a few weeks ago and he will be forever missed. In honor of my Grandfather I have taken on his email address as my own. I have used it to set up the PayPal account as a sort of dedication to him in honor of him being the reason I have chosen this field of study and made it my goal in life. Any amount of money your heart tells you to donate, even if it is just one cent will help and will be greatly appreciated and put to good use and towards a life of helping others. I thank you for your time in reading this and for your help and support. I hope you have a wonderful day or night wherever you may be!

With humble thanks and appreciation
-Alyssa

I run a 501c3 not for profit for the rescue and rehabilitation of squirrels (Lovely Lita's Sheltering Tree foundation, Inc. We are desperately in need of funds to keep feeding the squirrels. I already have had to stop taking in animals and the ones in my care currently still need food. I have sent in grant requests (all returned with the statement you are outside our funding guidelines). These animals are with me mainly because of humans causing them to be orphaned or injured. Come visit our website at www.squirrellady.org to see more. Please help us feed the animals!

Invisible Children. Please donate to invisible children preferably on my page and save lives. These children are being abducteda t ages as low as 5 years and forced to hurt rape and kill their peers and their families. they are taught to torch villages and hurt people. Invisible Children will provide rescue radios and rehabilitation for these children. Change a life, save a life, change the world. http://ic.stayclassy.org/member/ic-fundraising?fcid=42222

Invisible Children. Please donate to invisible children preferably on my page and save lives. These children are being abducteda t ages as low as 5 years and forced to hurt rape and kill their peers and their families. they are taught to torch villages and hurt people. Invisible Children will provide rescue radios and rehabilitation for these children. Change a life, save a life, change the world. http://ic.stayclassy.org/member/ic-fundraising?fcid=42222

I have been looking for a nice reward for my two years, three months and eighteen days of sobriety.

After nearly eighteen years of daily drinking gin excess of a case of beer plus a day I made the life saving decision to quit. I spent two weeks in my bedroom when i was not working trying to cope with excessive withdrawal symptoms to include; severe shaking, cold sweats, never ending headaches, and food deprivation.

At the end of those two weeks I entered myself into a rehabilitation facility and began the process of becoming clean and sober. Through-out this entire time I worked a full time job, became the only employee for the company to specialize in installation, and tried to keep my marriage and family together.

I have since enrolled in Adult education classes and completed my Associates Degree in Human Service Management, began my Bachelors degree in Psychology on my way to becoming a Chemical Dependency Councilor for Troubled Teens and at risk Young adults.

I would like to reward myself by building the one and only Hotrod vehicle I will ever own. I have a specific idea of what I would like my Hotrod to look like including drive train, paint, and interior. A basic Hotrod in the fashion of the Classic Roadster on a Budget is my goal.

In order to achieve my goal I am in need of approximately $2500 for the frame, body, and running gear. I have an engine and the skill and desire to complete this "Reward to My Sobriety" in the next eighteen months.

Any and all assistance in allowing me to achieve this goal are very heart felt and appreciated. All progress will be documented and updated on a monthly basis for all contributors to see.

Thank you for your consideration and time in reading my request for assistance.

Have a great day.

I am a jobless, crippled, single mom of two, in need of approx. $35,000 for an operation to remove a mass in my brain which has caused progressive loss of mental, neurological and physical function over the last two years. I have been crippled and had to undergo comprehensive rehabilitation therapy in order to be even able to stand. As of now, I am walking with the help of walking aids. Doctors say the decline is inevitable and will continue to progress unless the mass is removed. Doctors are able and willing to perform the operation.

I lost my job when I started ailing and the father of my kids left me when I got crippled. My parents are old and doing the best they can to help with the kids. I just need to get better so that I can go back to taking care of my kids like I did before. Please help me. The operation is scheduled for November 2010.

Whatever help we can get we shall be eternally grateful.

Thank you.

I am a jobless, single mom of two, in need of approx. $35,000 for an operation to remove a mass in my brain which has caused progressive loss of mental, neurological and physical function over the last two years. I have been crippled and had to undergo comprehensive rehabilitation therapy in order to be even able to stand. As of now, I am walking with the help of walking aids. Doctors say the decline is inevitable and will continue to progress unless the mass is removed. Doctors are able and willing to perform the operation.

I lost my job when I started ailing and the father of my kids left me when I got crippled. My parents are old and doing the best they can to help with the kids. I just need to get better so that I can go back to taking care of my kids like I did before. Please help me. The operation is scheduled for November.

Whatever help we can get we shall be eternally grateful.

Thank you.

Hello, good Samaritans, this is a plea for help with my back rent. I thought I had help available, but it fell through. Let me start out by apologizing, I am sorry to bother you with this. My situation is not only an embarrassment, but also, it is a lot to ask. I have never been in this situation before.

I am a homebound, disabled, 53 year old grandma/mom to two beautiful boys. They are my grandson's, however, I have adopted them to try to make a "better life," for them. I took them under wing at ages of 1 year and 1 week old, relatively. I feel I have been put on this earth to care for these two boys, when nobody else had the capabilities to care for them. I intend for them to know the feeling of a loving mother who truly wants them, as I do.

My oldest grandson is autistic, and he is not the typical child. Although, he is hard to care for, I will never let him know it. Many nights I sit and watch him rock, wondering if he will ever be able to live a full life as an adult. I pray I will be around many more years for him.

I moved to Georgia from Michigan because I require leg amputation surgery and will need to be close to someone who can help care for my children following surgery, recovery, and rehabilitation. Although, my physician wants me to have my surgery ASAP, I refuse to go into the hospital until I am certain my children are safe.

I know that the good Samaritans are here, I truly believe we can do this together! Small donations really add up! If anyone wants to pay something directly to landlord, that can be arranged also. For reading my needs, thank you, I appreciate it beyond words!

Blessings~

Hello, good Samaritans, I need to ask for help with my back rent. I thought I had help available, but it fell through. Let me start out by apologizing, I am sorry to bother you with this. My situation is not only an embarrassment, but also, it is a lot to ask.

I am a homebound, disabled, 53 year old grandma/mom to two beautiful boys. They are my grandson's, however, I have adopted them to try to make a "better life," for them. I took them under wing at ages of 1 year and 1 week old, relatively. I feel I have been put on this earth to care for these two boys, when nobody else had the capabilities to care for them. I intend for them to know the feeling of a loving mother who truly wants them, as I do.

My oldest grandson is autistic, and he is not the typical child. Although, he is hard to care for, I will never let him know it. Many nights I sit and watch him rock, wondering if he will ever be able to live a full life as an adult. I pray I will be around many more years for him.

I moved to Georgia from Michigan because I require leg amputation surgery and will need to be close to someone who can help care for my children following surgery, recovery, and rehabilitation. Although, my physician wants me to have my surgery ASAP, I refuse to go into the hospital until I am certain my children are safe.

I know that the good Samaritans are here, I truly believe we can do this together! Small donations really add up! If anyone wants to pay something directly to landlord, that can be arranged also. Just write to my emaFor reading my needs, thank you, I appreciate it beyond words!

Blessings~

Hello, My name is Ryan. I am 19 years old and up until this day I have never asked or begged for anything in my life. I am a homeless youth who for 18 years had been mentally and physically abused by my parents. I was kicked out of my house for the millionth time last december and this time never went back. I raised myself, and through reseasrch, scholarships, and guidance by teachers I have managed to travel the world in service to those like me and with even less than I have. For the rest of my days I want to devote myself to therapy and rehabilitation for children suffering from abuse, slavery and sexual exploitation around the world. I want to be a public servant. All I want is to give. Although my parents do not claim me or care for me I will not be able to get government grants for school, nor do I have credit or money to pay my $40,000 tuition this year. I am a straight A student and I have a low paying nanny job which has allowed me to save a meager $1000. Please, please, please from the deep of my soul, please help me go to school. I have managed to make it this far and all I need is a small step up. I would give anything to be in school, and more importantly I think I deserve this chance. Thank you and God bless you.

hello to all good samaritans. i really really need your financial support. My father suffered from CEREBROVASCULAR DISEASE - HEMORRHAGE last Dec. 16, 2008. He underwent Craniectomy and Tracheostomy. He is presently bedridden, quadriplegic and on NGT feeding. Since then he is in & out of the hospital for check ups & for rehabilitation.

I am the only child in the family and I'm the only one taking care of his needs. His monthly maintenance costs Php50,000.00. I borrowed money from a bank and our house & lot is the collateral. It's hard for me to pay the monthly amortization because all my income goes to my father's medication. I am afraid our house will be foreclosed by the bank. I also have three kids and my husband is only a contractual government employee. I also have lots of debts which are left unpaid.
I really really need your help. I hope and pray that somebody will help me. Good samaritans can email me @
kbinghay@gmail.com

kristine

Hello to all good samaritans. I have 3 kids aged 8,6&3. They wanted to have PSP or Portable Play Station but i cant afford to buy one because my father suuffered from CEREBROVASCULAR DISEASE - HEMORRHAGE last Dec. 16, 2008. He underwent Craniectomy and Tracheostomy. He is presently bedridden, quadriplegic and on NGT feeding. Since then he is in & out of the hospital for check ups & for rehabilitation.

I am the only child in the family and I'm the only one taking care of his needs. All my income goes to my father's medication and I have nothing left for my children.

Even used PSP will do as long as my children's wish will come true. Just email me @
kbinghay@gmail.com

Thank you in advance.....

Kristine