So, where do I start? I guess I should begin with the 7 kids part. Together my husband and I have 3 children. About 5 years ago, my sister fell into addiction she birth 2 children within a years time (June 2013 and May 2014) and both were born with drugs in their system. The older baby was born with many problems including an underdeveloped gestational system; when he swallowed he aspirated (the milk went into his lungs instead of stomach) therefore, requiring him to need a feeding tube for almost the first 2 years of his life. The younger baby showed no physical issues, however was born with drugs in her system. Child services tried to work with my sister but they had had enough, they took the 2 babies away from her as well as her 2 older children. The 4 children share 3 fathers, all of whom are incarcerated and their extended families are not connected with them. My mother was ill at the time and could not handle caring for young children. My husband and I couldn’t bear to see the siblings separated from each other or from their cousins (our children) so we took them in. At that time the children were 3 months old, 14 months old, 6 and 8. I always have worked and so has my husband, during the holidays we have even taken on extra work. We have never really needed to ask for help and always made things happen. But, around this past Christmas (Dec. 2018) I experienced a near death situation that caused me to stop working. In November 2018, we found out I was pregnant, at first we were scared but we thought at this point what is one more? A month later, I was experiencing pain and bleeding, I thought I was miscarrying, something that I had never experienced in the past. I went to the ER only to find out I was experiencing a rare ectopic pregnancy where the fetus was attached to my scar tissue from my previous c-section. The fetus was pushing into my bladder and putting it into distress. Had I ignored the signs and took this for “implantation bleeding” of common early on spotting, I would have died. I spent Christmas Eve undergoing an operation to terminate my pregnancy as well as completely sterilize me for risk of the same issue reoccurring due to more scar tissue developing after the operation. On top of it all, because the condition was so rare, the doctors did not 100% know what to look for; they called specialist from through the country who have dealt with it and came up with the best treatment plan they could, but there was no guarantee that I would successfully survive the operation. The likelihood that I could be leaving 7 children and a husband who needs be behind was unreal. The whole situation was terrifying and heartbreaking for me and my husband. After the operation I had to visit the doctor for 8 weeks, 2 of which I continued methotrexate injections (chemo medicine, cell reducers) to ensure all of the pregnancy was diminished. The medicine made me super sick and weak. To this day I have an special place in my heart for cancer survivors and those with rheumatoid arthritis or anyone who has to take that drug regularly or more consistently than I had to; you honestly feel like your dying although you’re getting better. Not to mention, since I received a hysterectomy at the age of 31, my body is experiencing early menopause. I am blessed to be alive and I have to count on that as the future continues to unravel. I finally returned back to work March of 2019 but only on light duty. I work for a fast paced wholesale produce business. As time progressed, my boss wanted more from me and I just could not handle it, even with a doctors note, he decided he had to hire my replacement and let me go. So after 3 months of no income from my end the bills had been piling up. My husband’s income alone wasn’t cutting it; he borrowed money from family as he could, but people can only lend so much. And the one month I worked from March to April only helped us to catch up but so much. So now we are in June and facing shut off notices for water and electricity. I was able to borrow some money from a friend to keep the water on, but it’s still behind. And the electric is almost $500 dollars behind ($456). I’ve tried community centers within my county, but no one will help us because they say my husband’s income is not within the poverty range. He nets $1200 every 2 weeks and our rent alone is $1600. We have been getting help with food stamps since I’ve been out of work, so thank God the kids are not struggling to eat, but $800 is hardly enough to pay bills and buy household items which cost cash as well as gas for the car. I am starting a new job at daycare center on June 14th, which I am very excited about, I hope playing with babies will make me feel better. But, the electric is scheduled for shut off on the 10th. My husband and I are hard workers, we have never needed any handouts until recently. If we could just get a little help to carry us over this rough patch, we will soon be earning what we need to push us out of this hole and get back to normal. We’ve been doing so well all of these years and suddenly it’s like every odd is just not in our favor. We just need a little help to put us into good standing and we will be able to maintain that standing.