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Hello...I desperately need your help. My fiance and I have been together for the last five years. Three years ago he was working as a volunteer coach for a soccer team and the school he used to teach at. One day in soccer practice he jumped for a ball, lost his footing, and fell on his neck. He fractured a vertebrae which left him in excruciating pain. To make matters worse, as the bone healed it left a bone spur at the base of his head that pushes on the nerve bundle next to his brain stem. Gradually, as the spur grew bigger it made him paralyzed from the neck down. We have obviously put our wedding on hold to deal with this unfortunate fate. I work three jobs just to make the minimum payments on his medical bills and I take care of him whenever I am not working.
Because of the proximity of the bone spur to his brain stem, no doctor in the U.S. will touch it to operate on it. However, we have consulted with a doctor in Germany that practices surgery like this every day. He says with the surgery my fiance would be able to regain the use of most of his body with a lot of intensive physical therapy. But...the surgery costs right around $25,000 which might as well be 25 million. I spend every penny I make just barely scraping by. I know this surgery would give him back his freedom and his ability to live the way he always dreamed. Please help us...every little bit counts. I appreciate anything you can do.

hi, I'm 27 yrs old with 3 small children. Nearly a month and a half ago everything was going great, my partner proposed to me, we had plans on saving for a house and to hopefully move back to our hometown which we moved a yr earlier to start fresh and have a good life for our children. We moved so my fiance could get a good paying job. But what happen he was told suddenly there's no work at the moment and don't know how long he be out of work for. He called them the other day and told him still a month maybe 2! Which i could not believe and sound like there stuffing him around and that's a long time to be out of work when you got a family to provide. He cant go on centrelink because legally he still has a job and hasn't been fired. I don't think we ever been so broke and feel quite ashamed that i am begging now and would not if i was not desperate. I even considered hocking my engagement ring. The way things are going i think i might have too. I have been scraping up coins out of my son's money box to buy milk and bread. And just barely had enough to buy nappies and formula. I'm $750 behind in rent and I know they will be sending me a letter to pay the rent in 7 days or we will be evicted, and I dont even want to think about that because we are all the way on the other side of the country away from our home with just me my fiance and children. On top of that I'm overdue on my electricity bill that i already got a extension from. And my children all need new clothes for the colder season and most of their warm clothes are now to small for them now. I also started up my own online store a few months back which than i could afford with all the start up cost to at the time my fiance was working now that is put on the bottom of my list. So anyway what I'm asking for is just some generous help and would really appreciate any donations to help us get back on our feet. Thank you very much it's 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.

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

I am a 19 year old girl, my parents kicked me out of my house right when I turned 18, and I have been scraping just to get by everyday since then. I graduated high school,but I cannot get a job no matter how hard I try. I sleep in my car, which is very, very cold this time of year. I am a good, honest person who is almost to embarassed to post on this site, but i just need one kind generous person to save my life. I am not asking for much, I just do not know where else to turn...I know there are good people in the world. Please help me out.

Barely scraping by. I am self employed, but not bringing in much at this time. Need to get back home to see my animals and get my belongings. Only wanted to be gone from my home for a small amount of time and have been "stuck" in my current rut for longer than expected. I have complex ptsd (and other mental health issues) which really makes it difficult for me to find a job. I have just enough money to pay my rent and some bills. I really just want to get back to my old hometown. If you can help I would really appreciate it. I haven't ever done this before, but I do not have anyone to turn to for help.
My email is violet8880@gmail if you want to contact me.
Greendot and western union would work out best for me.
Willing to do work from home jobs as well...data entry, research, etc.
Thanks for your time.

Hello all. I am 31 and live alone at the moment. I returned home the other day to see that my back door had been kicked in and of course I was cleaned out.I did not have insurance so I am out of luck. Of course I cannot compare with some of the stories on this site but it sure is depressing to live alone and now without a tv or anything to distract me from the fact that I am barely scraping by and some lowlife came in and stole my things. I am not really looking for much. Just enought to replace what was stolen and some other things that would save christmas. Have a good day and a Merry Christmas ;-)

Five years ago my husband lost his good-paying job due to downsizing and manufacturing closure. In July 2010 he ran out of unemployment. He works part time doing what he can; I work full time. Despite our income being cut in half, we were scraping by. Two years ago I incurred HUGE medical bills, and we are working hard to get them paid off but it just seems like we can never get ahead. We aren't asking for a huge windfall, just help to get things back to current.

Whatever money we get would help to offset our current bills and also pay down some of this debt!! We are in our 50s and the idea of retirement is nonexistant as we will be paying this debt for at least 15 years at our current rate.

Thanks for caring enough to read this. I promise to "pay it forward" when we get back to the positive again!

Five years ago my husband lost his good-paying job due to downsizing and manufacturing closure. In July 2010 he ran out of unemployment. He works part time doing what he can; I work full time. Despite our income being cut in half, we were scraping by. Two years ago I incurred HUGE medical bills, and we are working hard to get them paid off but it just seems like we can NEVER get ahead.
WHATEVER money we could get would help to offset our current bills and also pay down some of this debt!! We are in our 50s and the idea of retirement is NONEXISTANT as we will be paying this debt for at least 15 years at our current rate.

Hi everyone. I am a 35 year-old single mother of a 14-month-old baby girl and she is the light of my life. When I found out I was pregnant my boyfriend left me and has been in hiding ever since. Child support has not happened yet, as they are STILL trying to verify his wages. They say he is collecting unemployment now.

I work, doing a couple of different freelance jobs, but lately work has been very slow. I couldn't pay rent October first and am being evicted. My landlord is being very strict, and trying to make an example out of me because they are trying to get a modification for the loan on the building to keep it out of foreclosure. My car is $260 away from being completely paid off and the collectors call every day.

I start a new, steady job on Nov. 1 but until I start getting paid I'm barely scraping by. I get $300 a month in food stamps temporarily but no cash aid because they say my $500 a month in unemployment benefits disqualifies me. How they figure that much is enough for a mother and child in Los Angeles is beyond me. I have no one to borrow money from, and no where to go when they force me to leave. All of my family is on the east coast and they are all broke too. I'm not even a month past due with my rent, and if I have the money by the time I go to court (whenever that is) the judge will probably let me pay it and keep the eviction off my record.

So I owe them $1495. If I could pay it, I would be able to put in my 30 days' notice and actually get my security deposit back after I leave.

Maybe you have this extra money to help someone in need, or maybe you have an apartment you could rent out to us when we do leave. I would feel very depressed and unsafe living in Section 8 housing.

I'm trying so hard. If you can help at all it would be an answer to my prayers. You can meet us and see that our situation is true if you would like also. And maybe I can pay you back and/or offer services like babysitting, tutoring, balloon twisting, face painting, etc. We can talk more on the phone.

Thank you for at least reading this and sending positive thoughts my way...

I,m a 25 y.o female from Cornwall.(UK) EVEN IF U R FROM USA PLEASE READ ! Lol. Basically I am unable to work due to my past with men, and being unlucky. I have been unable to work for seven years ever since I was 17 when I was badly beaten raped and locked in a cupboard. I was also made to walk up a hill and over traintracks with my clothes, my boyfriend was there and the 21 year old man's girlfriend but they done nothing. I ended up with fractured ribs and jaw, so I was lucky. Basically the beating was all over my body, my face and head and lasted 24 hrs, made to stand when I couldn't ect. He got life after a month long court case. Since that day I've never been the same and met my ex who beat me up for 5 years. I have left him now but the emotional scars make it impossible to move on with my life let alone hold down a job. It's like I've lost myself.. my confidence.. I live in a shared house, its a house with young men and I don't feel safe. Because of my situation I can't pay the estate agent fees for a flat (my own front door ) god I would do anything to have my own safe little sanctury. I'm struggling with everything financially, JUST scraping by. Somedays I don't even have a cup of tea!! I'm starting to feel more positive and years on want to try to work. If I had financial help it would give me the help with my fresh start that I desperately want.:) please help me with ANYTHING. It would make such a huge difference. Thankyou x

I've been in the Navy for 6 years and served 3 back to back deployments. My fiance is very ill and most of our money goes into paying medical bills.

We want to get married in a wonderful memorable way but if we get the wedding we want, we will not be able to afford to eat, even with my benefits. The military will not recognize our union (we are gay) so we will not get the benefits that straight married couples do. We will still be scraping away to pay for her medical bills and have a roof over our head.

I want to give my fiance the dream wedding she has always wanted but never thought she would have.

Some background, she cannot work, but she volunteers working with kids and helping animals. She's my hero, and I just want to give her the best I can. This wedding would be the ultimate gift to her spirit.

Thank you.

I've been in the Navy for 6 years and served 3 back to back deployments. My fiance is very ill and most of our money goes into paying medical bills.

We want to get married in a wonderful memorable way but if we get the wedding we want, we will not be able to afford to eat, even with my benefits. The military will not recognize our union (we are gay) so we will not get the benefits that straight married couples do. We will still be scraping away to pay for her medical bills and have a roof over our head.

I want to give my fiance the dream wedding she has always wanted but never thought she would have.

Some background, she cannot work, but she volunteers working with kids and helping animals. She's my hero, and I just want to give her the best I can. This wedding would be the ultimate gift to her spirit.

Thank you.

I desperately need to raise money for car repairs we only have one car for me to get to work my wife doesn't work she takes care of our one year old daughter my car is not running and it is my only way to get to work and to take our daughter to and from the babysitters. I am scrimping and scraping as it is. I Estimated cost is $230.00. Please help if you can.

Hello, My wife and I have a 9 month old baby girl Ava and we live in Alabama. Our home is being forclosed and we need to move up north to be closer to family and hopefully get jobs quickly. we have no money saved as we struggle just to buy diapers and baby food and keep the lights on. When my wife was pregnant I was transferred for work and she could not find a job as no one will hire a pregnant woman. we used all our savings and ran up 20k + in cc debt along with not being able to pay our mortgage. cc debt was just from paying bills. We have to leave our place oct 11th and are wanting to move near ohio to be closer to family and hopefully get a fresh start and jobs making more money. we are scraping to save every penny to afford the move and I fear that the move will end with us not having a dime and waiting to get a job could put us in peril. I feel like a disappointment to my family I work but dont make near enough. my wives credit is ruined and mine is well on the way. I just dont know what else to do. Im not a religious man but im beginning to think that may be a cause in our problems. Ive started praying lately and maybe god lead me here I hope . Its easy to post some words on here one might think but in reality its a last resort other than begging for money on the street. I almost tried to counterfiet money but i need to be here for my family and not behind bars but it was a serious consideration. I just want to provide for my wife and baby and ive failed. I hope someone can help. either way thanks for reading my problems and I hope if there is a god hes listening.

I am a stay at home mom of 3 kids and a new baby, my husband works out of town in a different state for 4-5 days a week and it is costing us a fortune in gas right now for him to drive back and forth, he has to stay in hotels during the week because we cant afford to pay a security deposit on another apartment. We already lost our house due to the so-called "Government mortgage recovery plan", which is really a giant scam. Don't fall for it, they wont help you!
Usually my husband has to use most of the money leftover every month to pay to go to work, and the kids and I are barely scraping by. I just had a baby, I can't go to work we are always on the verge of getting the utilities shut off,we have pawned and sold everything you can think of. we are not irresponsible and we live very frugally, no cable tv, no credit cards, no fancy vacations etc. We just need some way to get ahead. I believe in "pay it forward", and I would be willing to do just that as soon as I can. every dollar. Im not asking for a million bucks here, just whatever you can spare.

So managed to pay for my undergraduate education all on my own. I did not get in to medical school my first go around. So I entered into a Masters program to boost my resume (even though my MCAT and GPA are above that of my friends). Everyone I talk to questions me "how are you NOT in medical school right now?" It doesn't really bother me too much.

I live in a dingy graduate student dormitory, gas is nearly $4 a gallon here in New Orleans. I don't have enough money to go home to my family in South Carolina.

The only job I could find in this city is bussing tables..... I am a 22 year old highly intelligent man with a Masters Degree... and I am bussing tables.

I take orders from 18 year old waitresses.

But I don't mind, it helps me get by.... but barely. I live paycheck to paycheck and am scraping by.

I am incredibly driven and know that one day I will be a doctor taking care of people's problems and managing a practice. It is who I am. I am an extremely type A person...

I just tell myself that this struggling portion in my life is a character building phase--- this is when those who really want to succeed rise to the occasion, and those without the work ethic fall behind.

Come at me world.

Thank you for your help.

i'm a 25 year old college graduate who can't get a job in the field i want so therefore, i'm a full-time server. i'm up to about $60,000 in debt right now in student loans and i am just barely scraping by trying to make my payments. on top of all that, my fiance of three months who has been my best friend for ten years is finishing up college right now and has an additional $20,000 in debt. our wedding is next summer and we also recently decided to go to nursing school so we could have good, stable jobs in the future and so we can start having children sooner. until then, times are going to be very difficult. a month ago, i was side-swiped in a hit and run so i have to pay the $500 deductible. when will this financial turmoil end??? please help!!!

I'm a 27 year old single mom of there kids (nine year old twins and a five year old). In December of '10, their father left and filed for divorce, giving no reason as to why. I've had to take on a second job as a server at a local restaurant and with all the bills I've been left with, we've been just scraping by. There's absolutely no extra money to buy the kids clothes or shoes or to take them to do anything fun. We do well to keep enough groceries in the house. Unfortunately, a couple weeks ago, the refrigerator stopped working. What I'm asking for is at least some help to replace it. I know that's alot, but there's no way I could ever afford it on my own and the kids really need to have cold milk and fresh veggies. If you're interested in helping, but prefer not to send cash or use paypal, contact me at hrose1983@gmail.com and I'll give you an actual address you could send a gift card to. Thanks to all who find it in their hearts to help. --Heather

I'm a 28 year old man who is down and out on his luck. I've recently been unemployed and have had no success in getting a job much less a career. I quit my job as a truck driver to take care of my mother who experienced a severe head on collision car accident over a year ago but since then, have had not been able to get back on my feet. My trucking company agreed to pay for my schooling but as I have just found out, it stuck me with the bill. Because of it, I've now accumulated to almost $6000.00 in debt and am barely scraping by for my next meal. I currently live in a tiny room and am stuck in a town of 2,600 with VERY limited job opportunities. I want to make a better life for myself and turn over a new leaf. I have never done this before and am absolutely in dire need of help. Anything would be appreciated. Thank you to all.

I'm a 28 year old man who is down and out on his luck. I've recently been unemployed and have had no success in getting a job much less a career. I quit my job as a truck driver to take care of my mother who experienced a severe head on collision car accident over a year ago but since then, have had not been able to get back on my feet. My trucking company agreed to pay for my schooling but as I have just found out, it stuck me with the bill. Because of it, I've now accumulated to almost $6000.00 in debt and am barely scraping by for my next meal. I currently live in a tiny room and am stuck in a town of 2,600 with VERY limited job opportunities. I want to make a better life for myself and turn over a new leaf. I have never done this before and am absolutely in dire need of help. Anything would be appreciated. Thank you to all.

I'm a 28 year old man who is down and out on his luck. I've recently been unemployed and have had no success in getting a job much less a career. I quit my job as a truck driver to take care of my mother who experienced a severe head on collision car accident over a year ago but since then, have had not been able to get back on my feet. My trucking company agreed to pay for my schooling but as I have just found out, it stuck me with the bill. Because of it, I've now accumulated to almost $6000.00 in debt and am barely scraping by for my next meal. I currently live in a tiny room and am stuck in a town of 2,600 with VERY limited job opportunities. I want to make a better life for myself and turn over a new leaf. I have never done this before and am absolutely in dire need of help. Anything would be appreciated. Thank you to all.

I'm a 28 year old man who is down and out on his luck. I've recently been unemployed and have had no success in getting a job much less a career. I quit my job as a truck driver to take care of my mother who experienced a severe head on collision car accident over a year ago but since then, have had not been able to get back on my feet. My trucking company agreed to pay for my schooling but as I have just found out, it stuck me with the bill. Because of it, I've now accumulated to almost $6000.00 in debt and am barely scraping by for my next meal. I currently live in a tiny room and am stuck in a town of 2,600 with VERY limited job opportunities. I want to make a better life for myself and turn over a new leaf. I have never done this before and am absolutely in dire need of help. Anything would be appreciated. Thank you to all.

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.

I am a married mom of 4 young kids, and have always put my kids' health before my own. Unfortunately, after my youngest child was born, my husband's trucking company hit a rough patch and he unfortunately lost his business altogether. Even with my husband and I both working, he driving a truck for another company and me taking care of children from home, we have been barely scraping by. When it comes to whether my children or I would go to the dentist or doctor, I always put my own dental care on the back burner...and with four kids needing to see a dentist at full cost (we make too much for Medicaid but can't afford insurance) every six months, I haven't seen a dentist in years. My teeth's enamel was badly damaged by nebulizer treatments I received as a child. I fortunately have not suffered any infections from badly rotting and broken teeth, but I fear that very much. The pain is not yet as bad I thought it would be; I see broken teeth when I look in the mirror and think that it looks very painful, but fortunately I am only in pain when I drink/eat something that is hot or cold and occassionally at other times.

I am currently on the waiting list for new patients at the dental clinic of University of Texas at San Antonio. The major problem with the dental clinic, however, is that they require patients to commit to at least two daytime appointments a month, and often require that patients be available on short notice for appointments that are about 40 minutes from my home I cannot keep my job as a childcare provider while taking off twice each month for the extended period this would require, and especially cannot leave at short notice. But, Dr. Ngo, a dentist near me has office hours on Saturdays and in the very early mornings before I am needed as a childcare provider. If anyone is so kind as to offer me some money to put toward dental work with Dr. Ngo, he or she is offering me something quite priceless---the ability to restore my smile without depriving the families I work for of childcare. I would be so grateful for any donation, no matter how small, toward this endeavor. I plan to put small donations in an interest-bearing savings account separate from other household money to ensure that your donations go only to this much needed dental work.

Thank you for taking the time to read my story, and please have a great day.