You tell yourself it’s time to get your life on track, to show and prove not only to yourself but to your family, that you’re not a screw up and your worth more then just the broken woman you’ve become over the past months. My name is Atha Brown, I’m a hardworking mother of 2, whose world turned upside down January 10th, 2019, the day everything I’ve worked so hard for was taken away.  I was in between jobs and decided to drive Lyft full time for a month until I found a better job as an RMA, which I regret the most.  The afternoon of January 10th, 2019, I was hit by an irresponsible driver who decided it was a good idea to run a red light, resulting in the total loss of my car,  I was driving for Lyft at the time of my accident, causing severe injuries to my neck, back, lower and upper extremities.  After months of repeated doctor visits and physical therapy,  I could finally walk without a cane, lift my left arm and care for youngest son, my very curious busy typical 3 y/o but I still suffer til this day of moderate to severe back and neck pain, which is holding me back from working, due to my normal occupation requiring at least 6 hours of constant standing, walking and bending.  I’ve hired an attorney to help me with my case, this process has been ongoing for several months, with medical and personal bills piling up over $50,000,  I’m overwhelmed and stressed causing depression and feeling broken, both emotionally and physically.  I just feel like a failure, like I’ve let myself and my family down, so much time has past and wasted, I just want to get me and my family life back on track, it just seems like everytime you take a step forward,  life finds a way to push you back 3 steps backwards.   I’m so tired of me and my family moving in the wrong direction.   I’m not just a lazy bomb looking for handouts, I’m looking for a part time job until I’m able to handle being on my feet for several hours a day,  while alleviating my pain wearing my back brace,  and I plan on going back to school to pursue my nursing career.  I just need someone out of the kindness of their heart to help me and my family get back on our feet, what ever you can give is greatly appreciated.

My PayPal is paypal.me/ABrownSugaa

This is me and my bearded dragon. Pardon the squinting, he’s digging his claw into my chest when I snapped the photo after being spooked by a bird.

I’m 23years old, searching for a job, renting my own apartment, just graduated college and in need of financial help greatly. I’m out $4,000 after life threw a lot of curveballs at me in succession. My family has done literally all they can to try and help me, but we are not a wealthy family in itself and medical bills took precedent for them.

I try my absolute best to take care of this little guy (he’s 3yrs old, 25inches long which is big for a bearded dragon, and my emotional support animal) as he’s really the only thing now that keeps me going in life. He got sick, I got sick, family issues happened, hospital bills happened for multiple family members… I’m struggling to pay rent after paying vet bills for this dragon. $4,000 would cover nearly all of his vet bills and two months rent, which hopefully will be enough for me to land a new job after I graduated college and could not attend my student job anymore.

Please! If you can help, any help at all, that would be amazing!
My paypal username is: cloudforestcrow
My paypal.me is: paypal.me/cloudforestcrow

Any help at all would greatly help my savior of a dragon and I continue to live!!

My dear friend, Pedro Hipolito, was awarded a pipeline repair job on Endicott Island in Alaska in May 2019.  This was to be a project lasting 5-6 months.  He made all arrangements and assembled a team of around 12 men to assist.  Although he was supervising the project he is also an underwater welder.

Accident
On September 18^th, he was underwater welding and his equipment shorted out electrocuting him and eventually causing him to drown. After some time he was rescued by emergency personnel.  Up until that time I spoke and texted with him several times a day. After three days with no contact I was beginning to panic and I contacted his only family member, his 19 year old niece, Carol.  In a panic I found a phone number for the island and Carol called and found out of Pedro’s accident and he had been unconscious for three days.  She was told he would contact one of us when he woke up.  I don’t believe he has actually told me or his niece the entire details of his injuries because he does not want anyone to worry, but he finally told me he had a stroke as a result of the accident. At the beginning of this project he was a healthy 45 year old man who is a very caring man who has worked very hard his entire life.  He takes care of his niece and aunt financially and raised his niece since his sister passed during childbirth 19 years ago.  I believe he is very fortunate he was healthy because he likely wouldn’t have survived the accident otherwise.  From what he tells me he has limited use of his arms and hands and has stood up with assistance, but can’t walk yet.

The facilities on Endicott Island are for minor injuries and accidents and they do not have the resources to help him heal and be able to return home.  He had a surgeon from a nearby hospital come to the island to perform surgery to open his blocked arteries.  This surgeon had to bring all the equipment with him as the resources on the island were not significant for the surgery.  He now needs additional meds and rehab that he cannot get on the island.  The other issue is that he is on the island so he will need to take a boat or helicopter to get to an ambulance or hospital.  He would rather go home to Atlanta, Georgia to see his own medical staff but at this point he needs to at least be transferred to a local hospital for better care.  The cost of an air ambulance is around $40,000 and at this point not a viable option.

Murphy’s Law
This ordeal has gone on for five months and if something could go wrong – it has.  His drilling machine broke and he had to ask everyone he knows for funds to help keep it working.  The vendor took the machine until the funds could be obtained delaying the project even more.  Pedro has funds to take care of all of these issues.  When he arrived in Alaska and determined that out in the middle of the ocean he did not have good internet access.  Because of that he asked me to logon to his investment account to order and pay for the materials they needed for the project.  I was able to logon and order and pay for the materials ($500K). Once the materials arrived in Alaska he was required to pay customs for the fees ($77K).  I logged in a second time to pay customs and was able to make the payment from Pedro’s account.  At that time Pedro asked me to check his account balance and since I had already logged off he asked me to log back into his account.  I attempted to but I somehow messed up the password on his investment account and the account became locked. The transfer to customs was stopped because the investment company believed his account may have been hacked.  He spoke to them and they advised he would have to come to Atlanta to verify his account with his thumb print and identification.  This is not just an ordinary bank account.  It is an offshore account and prior to the project he transferred all of his funds to that account so they would be available for everything he needed.  Because the project was to go until September/October and he was the supervisor of the project – he could not go home to fix the account. To this day it is still locked.  He has been able to obtain funds from family and friends to keep the project going (over $100,000) but now he needs it for his care.  Family and friends have given everything they have to help him.  They, as well as I are feeling very helpless.  But now there are no more funds available until he is able to return to Atlanta and verify his account.  He is just caught in a catch 22.  He needs to go home to access his money, but he can’t get home because he doesn’t have the money available to get there.  This is a very bad situation and he just needs a hand up to get back on his feet.  He has the funds to repay anyone who can assist – it’s just a matter of time before he can heal, return home and make that happen.

What is Needed
I’m not really even sure what is the best option of Pedro – I’ve have contacted many different agencies that fly people for medical reasons but because he does not have $50000, he cannot get a plane home.  And he is not well enough to fly on a commercial airplane and would require a stretcher.  No one is willing to help without upfront payment.  The second option would be to have a medical helicopter pick him up from the island and take him to a nearby hospital.  I’m unsure how much this will cost, but I’m still attempting to figure it out.

Pedro is a very giving man.  He has helped so many people in his life.  He’s a really good man and things have just gone so wrong for him.  He just needs better care he can’t get where he is and he is just so weak.  He is very weak and becoming even more discouraged as things seem to be working against him.  Any consideration you can give would be very much appreciated.  I am happy to answer any questions you have.  Please consider helping Pedro.

Pedros’ friend,
LeAnn Shirley

PayPal Link to Assist Pedro

During Spring 2019, my work situation at my job of 6 years was becoming too taxing on my mental health and I made the decision to start a new career path. In April, i accepted a new job with opportunity for career advancement and growth, but with a lower base salary. My new employer is fantastic and the work environment has reduced my stress immensely as I have strong mentors and utilize my skills and knowledge within a team that appreciates my efforts. The only stipulation is an organizational requirement set on promotions and raises, set annually in Spring for merit raises in Summer and on the job experience of 1 year prior to promotion and advancement.

In my personal life, my health has had a few rough years with medical bills for hospitalization and treatment- while having insurance, but the costs added up in addition to receiving therapy for borderline personality disorder, anxiety, depression, and PTSD. Being sick took a toll on my credit lending and I have been living paycheck to paycheck to pay off my medical debt while being unable to go to counseling for my needs because I took a pay cut for emotional stability.

Living with PTSD for 11 years has been a tough experience and a large part of my management comes from my dog, Bishop. 3 years ago, my therapist advised seeking a therapy animal to help combat my anxiety and depression from PTSD and provide a sense of security at home to aid my insomnia. Adopting my dog has been the best decision I’ve ever made, having never owned a dog before, and I am doing everything I can to take care of him and my cat during this rough financial year. My dog is due for his annual visit and vaccines and I cannot afford the vet visit and his monthly flea and heart guard medications.

I am begging for financial aid to afford my dogs care and to be able to see my therapist again. Until I’m eligible for a raise or promotion, I desperately need  $2000 to supplement my income now and cover my dogs care and seek psychological treatment. I am a selfless individual and have been able to manage getting this far since Spring, but the loss of income is beginning to cripple my mental health and I’m unable to pay my bills on-time. I appreciate any assistance and will continue to pay it forward once more when I rebound in the future.

PayPal.me/jasbryony

To whom it may concern:

My name is Rebecca, I am 40 years old and I have been diagnosed with metastatic melanoma.  Almost 2 years ago I thought I had the flu and did not go what was going on.  I was at home on a Saturday and my left eye went blurry, which was very concerning.  I went to the ER later that week and was referred to a GI doctor who did an endoscopy and immediately found a very large tumor at the top of my small intestine.  I was put in the hospital and was diagnosed with Stage 4 cancer.  I was given a death sentence due to the severity of the tumors and how many of them were located after all of the scans and tests.  I immediately adopted the attitude that I was not going to die, though I came very close to doing so after the first round of chemo made me so ill that I lost all of my strength  I could not eat and ended up in a wheelchair because I could not walk on my own. I spent by 39^th birthday at the cancer center receiving an infusion of medicine that made me very ill.  I ended up staying in my house a lot and isolating myself.  After a heated conversation with a friend I realized that I had basically given up.  I could not eat, I could barely walk, all I wanted to do was sleep.  I talked to my oncologist about trying a different medication and we switched from an infusion medication to a pill combination.  I did start feeling a little bit better on this medication but was unable to take the full dose because it made me throw up everything.  I again talked to my oncologist and asked if she would be offended if I got a second opinion.  She told me that she would actually encourage me to get another opinion and suggested a melanoma specialist in Boston.  I traveled to Boston to meet with the doctor and he suggested a clinical trial of an immunotherapy drug.  I was nervous to start taking it because of potential side effects, but started nonetheless because I am determined to beat cancer and live to be an old lady. The medication has been quite effective so far and the number of tumors has decreased to around 4 instead of my entire insides being covered.  I am having some side effects regarding what is going on in my brain and am seeing a neurologist soon to see if he can figure out what is happening.  I want to keep fighting the fight, however the cost of the medical expenses is getting to be more than I can handle.  The hospital is asking that I make a minimum payment of $6,906 which is more than I make in three months.  I have applied for financial assistance but the hospital has told me that I make too much money to qualify for any assistance.

I am a social worker and have worked with children and families as a counselor for the past 14 years.  I did not choose a profession based on how much money I would make, but instead choose a profession where I would be able to assist those who are struggling and help them achieve goals and live healthy and productive lives.  I have spent countless hours listening to others problems, helping them with parenting skills, and cleaning up houses.  I have loved every second of it and will continue to do this for as long as I am able.

I have never asked anyone for anything, instead giving as much as possible. I have worked full time since I was diagnosed, only taking 3 sick days and will continue to work full time. I also do not want to stop working. Now I am asking for help.  My debt is $150,000 and I need that much to be able to pay off bills and start saving for the future. I would appreciate any assistance you would be able to give so that I am able to pay off debt and continue my cancer treatment without being harassed by the hospital.  Thank you for your time and attention to this letter.  Assistance can be

submitted to my PayPal account at beccilyn79@gmail.com

 

Sincerely,

Rebecca Folkerts

Hi kind reader,

I never thought I would find myself doing what I’m doing now. But, I’m writing to ask for money.  If you have $5 to spare, I’ll appreciate it. If you’re wealthy, please donate to help me out during this complex time in my life.

I’ll start back in early 2015. I had a job at a local university that made decent money and had good benefits. I actually truly enjoyed my job, and working with students and professors.  My husband also had a job with a local non-profit agency. Sadly, the agency went through a downsizing period, and my husband and several other employee lost their jobs.

We live in West Virginia and jobs are not always easy to find. My husband started to apply locally, but then, as the weeks went by, he extended his search to further away.

In the meantime, we are functioning on my paychecks and his unemployment. We also had a first grader during this time period. And my two kitties. And my daugther’s kitty.

My husband began going on interviews…Ohio, Pennsylvania (was 80% sure we were going to end up moving there, but that did not work out),  and Maryland.

He also started teaching part time at a community college for a few hours a week to help supplement our funds.

One day, while I was at work, my mom came by to visit. It was early May. She had bad news. I remember we went out to her car and talked and she finally told me the bad news. She had cancer.

My mom was still working full-time and a mere 3 years away from retirement. But, now she had lung cancer. She initially had surgery to remove a portion of her left lobe. And then chemotherapy treatments began. I was fortunate enough to work about 3-4 miles from the hospital where she received treatment. My grandma would drive her down, so I would run over during my lunch time and visit with them when it worked out.

Now for some good news…my husband got a job.  Now for the bad news…it was about 2 hours away from where we were living, and even that much further away from my mom.

I should also mention that my mom was my only parent. She and I were close. My dad was not in the picture. He popped in once upon a time, and proved why my mom did not settle down with him. He just turned out not to be a good person.

Now, my husband started his job in July of 2015. And this move meant me having to leave my job behind that I did love. But, he made more than I did, and it was the best thing for our little family.

I did not get to see my mom as often. I was busy packing a house up as my husband was working at the community college part time, and driving to the new job 2 hours, working, and then driving back home. I kind of felt like a single mom for a while. I did drop off, pick up, and it was just me and the girl in the evenings. He left early and came home late. But, he was doing it for us.

We get our house on the market. Husband finds a house for us to rent that will accept cats. Rent was more than we were expecting, but the neighborhood is relatively nice. The school system here is better than where we were located.

We move into the rental at the beginning of August. Our house sits without offers. We dropped the price. It still sat.

I cashed out the vacation time I had accrued. I didn’t have a job I was going to immediately. We are struggling to pay rent and a mortgage. I finally cave and contact one of those “we buy houses” groups. They are able to offer help….by taking over the mortgage.  It was out of my hands, but at least we did not go into complete foreclosure. But, after a decade of repairs and upgrades, we made $0 on our home.

There was the promise of a job for me coming up in a couple months. I was fortunate that I had connections and one of my old coworkers/friends knew of a greenhouse position opening. I was excited and this was kind of like a dream come true.

Our daughter started in a new school, and adapted really well. My husband’s job was stressful but at least he had one. We didn’t have to worry about the mortgage anymore.

The job that was mentioned to me turned out to be not coming to fruition. I started looking elsewhere because we couldn’t afford for me to stay home.

My mom in the meantime, completes chemotherapy. It went well. She has a scan and it’s clear! We were so happy.

I went on an interview, and the next week, I was offered the greenhouse job, and the lab job on the same day. I politely declined the lab job. Sometimes, I think maybe I should have just taken it.

The greenhouse job just didn’t work out. It’s a long story, but they wanted me to manage a greenhouse for their company, but did not give me the tools to do so. I had to pretty much start from scratch. I managed to grow plants without heat or lights installed. I am still not sure how I got it to work out as well as I did. Lucky we had extra sunny days even though they were shorter? Anyhow, I was not happy with my situation at the greenhouse, but was not ready to give up. This could work out. The company got a new CEO and things started to look up.

My mom had another scan. Cancerous spots were seen. She had to start radiation treatment. If we could all go back, I think she would have just said no thanks. The radiation treatment began I think January 2016. She told them she was having issues with her hands and nerves. Treatment continued on schedule.

My mom went from a very independent person, to completely dependent by later in the summer. It was small at first…her hands had issues doing a pony tail, or picking up certain kitchen tools. Then as time went by she had issues holding drinks, writing, and she had to give up driving. The radiation was killing the cancer, but it was also killing my mom’s nerves. Everything that touched her hands and up her arms was painful. Everything was frustrating.

My aunt flew in to help her out for a bit, and my grandmother helped her when she was able, but she was starting to have her own health problems. By late December 2016, it was decided she would come and live with us. My grandma couldn’t keep staying with her, and my aunt had to go back home and have her own surgeries.

The summer of 2016 we had moved into a new house. It is a fixer upper. I got my daughter’s room completely done before mom came to stay with us. So everything else was on hold for work, her medical care, and just doing the day to day thing (dinner, homework, etc). Sadly, maybe the stress of moving again was too much for my old girl kitties.  They got ill a few months apart, and we had to put them to sleep. One likely had liver cancer, and the other had an organ shutting down.

When she moved in with us, I noticed she started to have balance issues. I was leaving late to work to make sure she had what she needed, and drinks made, and food that was easy to access with her hands, medicine out and taken before taking off…and then I was coming home at lunch because I was worried about her. I would check on her, usually get her another round of meds, and then if I was ableist, I would leave early.  I once ran out to the store and left her home with her granddaughter. I came home to my mom sitting on the stairs. I knew something had happened. She had fallen, and my child had helped her up. Luckily she is a tall, strong little girl.  Fast forward maybe a couple weeks of this, and then it happened. I was helping her to go to the bathroom because her one leg was giving out from time to time now. She was done and on her way back to the dining room. I came in and had her hold onto my shoulders. But, it wasn’t enough. Both her legs gave out, her weight fell on me, and we both fell down. The radiation had completely destroyed my mom.

We called her doctor and he wasn’t even seeing patients that day, but asked her to come in that afternoon. He ends up sending her to emergency room and she’s in the hospital for two weeks. During that time frame, I’m told my mom’s cancer is still there. I didn’t know it them, but it was likely in her spine/spinal fluid. Mom opted out of having the spinal tap done because it would have to be done several times and she was just tired of it all. She went into a rehabilitation facility, but that proved too difficult for her. Her legs were not going to be getting better. She was not going to be getting better.

During this time frame, I ended up taking off work. I opted for the FMLA since I could leave temporarily, but unpaid. I used what little vacation time I had at the hospital with mom. At first, they approved it. Then, it came back denied. I was just a tad short of having worked there a year, which is the minimum needed to approve FMLA time.

I’m unpaid, my mom is sick and getting sicker, and my option became signing paperwork that would move her to hospice. I was so delusional and hopeful still that she would get to come home. I was told they would get her pain under control and see how she was doing in a few days, and we could discharge her with pain medications and she could stay at home.  But, she never left hospice with us.

She went from talking, being rather upbeat considering, to not being able to speak within a week. And her not being able to communicate and knowing she was still in there was the hardest thing I have ever had to deal with. I would go home to shower, see my child and husband, or they would come down to visit, but otherwise, I was by my mom’s side. If you’re reading this, I hope you have not gone through the pain of watching your loved one fade and die.

She passed away on a Saturday morning, March 18, 2017.  The time leading up to her death was heart wrenching. The time after, was just devastating to me. And to her mom, my grandma. They were very close as well. She had to watch her baby die…the thing no parent should have to suffer through.

I was fortunate in that she did leave me a life insurance policy. I was able to pay for her funeral services and not stress about returning to work. And I did not. The job was not treating me well and I figured I could find a better one later on.

Me, being my mom’s only child, became the executor of her estate. That kept me rather busy considering my mom’s home was 2.5 hours away from where we now lived, and in order to sell it, I had to get a lot of furniture, personal items, and junk she had acquired over 17 years.

I had to pay for brand new HVAC, Her unit had finally gone bad, and the place isn’t worth much if you can’t heat or cool it. There went nearly $5,000.

I had a lot of trips over the summer/fall. My grandma would drive down and meet me there. We would work on the place a little at a time, but it was overwhelming and sad. We made a dent in the place, but my aunt managed to come back out after surgeries and she stayed there and helped a lot. I mean, a ton. She was somehow able to do what my grandma and I couldn’t seem to do. I honestly have boxes here still that I need to go through. I have done a bit here and there. But, it takes a toll on me…and it’s been well over two years now.

About the time I am finalizing her estate and thinking about going back to work before too much longer, my grandma falls ill. It was right after Christmas and she is taken to the hospital for atrial fibrillation. Her heart was weak and not beating in sync, and she was dehydrated and disoriented. I went over 3 hours to see her that evening. Then, returned later that week. Then again, after picking my aunt up at the airport. She had been to visit during the holidays and not a month later, she was coming back. I had to give her the horrible news that while I as driving to the airport and she was landing, my grandma, her mother, had a stroke. It was a huge one. She lost the entire left side of her body. She no longer could talk or do much of anything. It seemed about the time her heart was nearly in sync, then this. My grandma was also a pretty independent lady who had lived by herself since the early 80’s in the same 4 bedroom old house that she had raised 4 children in with her husband. To see her in this condition was heart wrenching. My aunt and I stayed with her that night. We had our last girls sleepover. It had been a couple days since I’d been home. We had discussed rehabilitation/nursing homes, etc with staff and doctors and my aunt told me to go on home, visit my family, get some clean clothes, etc. On my trip home, my grandma died. Late January 2018, we buried my grandmother on a mountain top in a private family cemetery. I saw family I had not seen in years. I also missed my mom terribly. It felt like she should have been there.

Because of a family dispute with the sons, and my aunt living out west, I became the executor of this estate as well. My grandma had a small life insurance policy that didn’t quite cover funeral expenses. She had pre-paid for her funeral, but that doesn’t mean much for inflation it seems. My aunt went home shortly after the funeral. She did help get bills situated and let me know what I needed to pay.  I had her checkbook and what money she had remaining.  We fortunately had good neighbors that helped me and my aunt keep an eye on the house. I lived around 3 hours away and couldn’t be there all the time. I made it up there a few times to clean out personal items. Once again, this is something that goes slow. We put her house on the market. It sold about a month later. My aunt and I agreed we thought the realtor listed it for too little. But, it was selling and that a plus. But, we had to clear out the house. My aunt, having had hip surgery very recently, flew back in, and she was awaiting ankle surgery (broken rod/ankle needed rebuilt), and me….we were doing a lot of work for two ladies. This is back when my feet began hurting badly.  It felt as if I had ran for miles, but I had maybe only walked a few at most, and that was around the house, up and down, etc.

We managed the estate sale, and got things cleared out for the new owners. Tears were shed and we took what was left to either donation or my house.  The closing was right after. And that gave us a bit more money. Which was nice since I had still not returned to work.

With my aunt returning in early October 2018, my feet had gotten bad enough she begged me to go get them checked out. I had kept putting it off because I no longer had insurance. No job, and my husband’s insurance was unaffordable for the family plan.  I went to a MedExpress, had x-rays, examination, and it was determined it was likely tendinitis or maybe some early arthritis.

Fast forward a week or so and I started having more pain and sensitivity in my left pinky toe. And then in the toes beside it. And then, I kind of quit looking at the job sites. I didn’t know how to even think of working with my feet how they were. Everything I kept looking up said it was peripheral neuropathy, but I dismissed it because I didn’t have any reason to have neuropathy. But, another week or two goes by, and I can’t deny that this is getting worse. My feet felt horrible. I looked up all reasons for peripheral neuropathy. My glucose and A1C test that I had done at a discount just a month or two before was 82 and I think 5.6, respectively. I didn’t have diabetes, no symptoms of it, and wasn’t even in pre-diabetes range. So I turned to other potential issues.

And where I had no insurance, I decided to go to a hospital about 1.5 hours away to do some discount bloodwork. I still ended up spending roughly $130 of my money. The only thing I found out was that my eosinophils (white blood cell type) were high, and that was likely because I had my asthma flaring up or sinus issues. My B vitamins were fine. My D vitamins were in range…not as high as they would like, but still not near the bottom either. I can’t remember everything I had tested last year, but they were all good.

I finally pay out of pocket to see my doctor with my lab results, which is stressful to me because I don’t have much money coming in at all. I was receiving a monthly check from the guy that bought my mom’s property. He and my mom had worked together for a long time, and I knew him and trusted him, so I did the financing for him. We went to a lawyer and had papers and things outlined, and he is making monthly payments.

Anyhow, I see my doctor, and she sent me to test a mineral I had missed testing and if it’s not that, we needed to consider an autoimmune disease perhaps. I had those tested….negative. She also went ahead and had my A1C and glucose done again since it had been 3-4 months since I had it done. Those once again came back around 82 and this time my A1C was 5.4.

They sent me for a nerve test, but I couldn’t get in until January 2019. I didn’t know what all was going to go on with testing, and my child and I needed insurance, so I hopped on the ACA website and found some overpriced, mediocre insurance. I was paying over $500/month for “bronze” insurance.  I had the nerve test and that neurologist suggested that I had tarsal tunnel syndrome. I was happy. I had a diagnosis. It was something that could be fixed and I saw an ending to this misery.

I was sent to a podiatrist next. He treated me for the tarsal tunnel and suggested different shoes (turns out I’m a pronator), stretches, and a cycle of prednisone (steroids).  After a couple weeks, I could finally tolerate walking a bit more. For most of December and January, I did not walk unless I had to. I had my child and husband pretty much waiting on me, and I was icing my feet several times a day.

I went back, it was determined I would keep up the stretches as I had been, but we will do a longer series with the prednisone. Okay. Let me tell you, I was so excited during the last week of the 3 weeks I was on the steroids. I was having less pain, less sensitivity. The last two days I’m on steroids, I’m telling people how much better my feet feel and excited to return to normal. Nope. By 24 hours later they were hurting and within another day, we were almost back where we started.

I return to the podiatrist. He keeps asking me am I sure no one in my family has any autoimmune disease. I said not that I’m aware of, but I’m not terribly close to my father’s side. He then decides we will try physical therapy. I told him I don’t know if I can stand doing it. He does agree to put me back on prednisone but only a shorter stint this time.

I go to physical therapy appointments a couple times a week at $35/each for weeks and weeks. Finally, I have my last one and no change. I have not made improvements. They said I didn’t really have any mechanical issues to begin with…my strength and range of motions were fine. They even contacted the podiatrist and wondered if I should just be sent to neurologist (the answer should have been yes). We did it because we know that insurance isn’t going to pay for any scans or further treatment until I complete this.

I return to the podiatrist after the physical therapy. He had looked over my information from therapy. He even cracked some kind of joke about how my feet felt (I compared it to something….who knows, maybe it was acid being splashed on them). He then gives me a speech about it likely being pre-diabetes neuropathy. I said, but my numbers don’t reflect pre-diabetes at all. He said it has been shown the neuropathy can show up years before. He puts me on neurontin and says see you next month.

No, I never went back. Since I was depleting what money I had in the bank with insurance, appointments, car payment, I couldn’t afford to waste money seeing him again. I went back to my regular doctor and explained everything that had happened over the last few months. She agreed to test me for celiac, did another glucose and A1C to see if any change, and I forget what other test. Negative for celiac. A1C and glucose was fine, and the other test was perfectly in range.

I’m frustrated, hurting daily, and becoming broke.

She ended up referring me to a neurologist. Finally. But, I did not get an appointment until July 31. The wait was just killing me. I called to see if there were any cancellations. It turns out the doctor I was scheduled to see was leaving the practice soon after my appointment. I think that’s great..maybe I can get in somewhere else sooner. Nope. I was looking at August at another hospital which was 2 hours away. I ended up seeing the PA at that July 31 appointment. I felt that the appointment went well. And he whole heartedly agreed that we should redo the nerve conduction test/EMG.

A couple weeks into August, I get the test done again. This test was different. It was more in depth, took longer, and they tested much further up on my legs and even my low back. It was determined that I had neuropathy and I had no signs of tarsal tunnel syndrome specifically….which I had already figured out by the time I was wasting money going to physical therapy.

I don’t have my follow up appointment with the doctor for a couple more weeks. I can’t stand on my feet for more than 5 minutes without them hurting. I live in an opiate-addition filled state and they aren’t so much prescribing pain meds unless you’re dying anymore. I take Tylenol and neurontin daily. And my tons of vitamins and supplements.

I also started doing intermittent fasting and I’ve done a 24 and 36 hour fast so far. I know it’s going to sound crazy to anyone not familiar with it, but I think I have less inflammation in my feet. Something is causing this swelling and inflammation and nerve damage. I don’t know what….and I am not even sure if the doctors will find out. But, I am trying to help it. I take care of myself as best as I can and even with my feet feeling horrible I am still cooking at home majority of the time, and if we do end up getting takeout, I try to make better choices. I am not diabetic. I’m not even pre-diabetic. I am a bit overweight, but I have delivered a baby at 30, and I’ve been pretty sedentary since last fall. I think the intermittent fasting is helping a bit with the weight.

I have stopped paying for my insurance premiums. My money was depleting, and the last few months I charged them on a credit card. And would start putting groceries on the credit card. Just anything so that I wasn’t dipping into my money that I knew I needed for my car payment, and of course, now a higher minimum payment on my credit cards, and also a loan I took out on my 401k to help us move up here. I’ll pay my car and the loan off next year. But, not if I can’t afford the payment.

I hurt all the time and I can’t imagine trying to work right now. There have been days it just hurts to drive. Then I think about walking very far….even if it is to a desk job, and I just don’t know how I can deal with the pain. There’s only so much you can hide.

I’m asking for money to help pay medical bills (my “bronze” insurance did not cover much, I know I owe for EMG test) and even to go to my next appointment. Yes, I have my husband, but because he’s paying for everything, there really isn’t anything left over. If there was anyway he could pay for it all, he would. And his job is more than full time and he’s salary. He can’t really run out and grab another job in this scenario.

I have sold some items on LetGo, EBay, and now I’m set up on Amazon and I’ve sold some items on there. But, it’s just not enough. Nothing I am doing is enough. I am seriously in a midlife crisis and more broke than I ever thought I would be. I get a $524 check for mom’s house, but that doesn’t take me very far. My loan is $170 every month, my car payment is $280, now that I kept using the credit cards, they are like $130 and $200 minimum payments now, and I can’t even help out with buying groceries like I was before. I used to help pay on internet bill/water, etc.

My daughter’s birthday is coming up soon as well. I feel like a failure as a mom because I don’t know if I can get her anything. I will, but I’ll end up charging the credit card that already has way too much on it.  I feel very stuck. Before my credit goes to absolute crap, I’ll go to a temp agency and see if they could find a desk job part time or something.

I don’t know if I’ll have working feet like I used to, but I’m trying the best I can right now. Don’t ever take feet for granted. Even if you have hideous toes, if they work and don’t hurt, you love those things.

And if you’ve made it through my small novel, thanks. I guess I needed to vent.

Having to leave a job I loved, having to uproot our family and move, the stress of moving/job change, my mom’s cancer and then death, the stress of dealing with everything she owned, my grandma’s illness, oh…should I also mention my brother in law’s near death and double lung transplant in summer of 2017? No. Okay…it’s long enough.

This feels ridiculous. We are supposed to be raising funds for COTA (organ transplant association that helped with bro-in-law’s surgery), and now I’m on here asking for money for myself. 😭

If you have a spare $10, $100, $1,000….I would gladly accept it though. I’m in a pickle. A big, salty, briny pickle. And you let me know if you’d like updates from me for donating. Or a lame piece of art. I am an amateur artist. I have an entire room in this house that my husband and I agreed would be my own little studio space. But, it needs cleared out and cleaned and painted and the shelves I bought last summer put up…me, then…thinking how soon I would get it done, and then my feet. Argh.

I’m so super frustrated. And I know I could have done a better job managing my money. I wish I had never gotten insurance and just paid out of pocket and I would probably still have a little left. Between paying the premium for 7-8 months, and then the copays and trying to meet the hugest deductible on the planet, I ended up depleting money.

I’d like to buy my child’s school pictures. Like a $25 package.

It’s the little things like that…they are all stressful right now.

If you can donate, I seriously appreciate it so much. Even if I only get $1, it will be one more than I had.

I appreciate you, your time, and especially any donations.

Lovingly,

Mandy

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Picture is of me and my girl being silly. 😊

 

My name is Astrid Victoria Vasquez, I am 24 years old, I recently graduated from nursing school in May. I studied an abroad in Puerto Rico at Antillean Adventist University. I was born in Boston, Massachusetts with both parents born in El Salvador. I decided to study in Puerto Rico because it offered me a much more affordable education. Now my next step is to take my NCLEX (Nursing boards) to officially be licensed as a registered nurse. The test is very challenging, and I need study at least six months to take this test. I really want to feel confident before taking this test, so I want to study as much as I can. I am so close on reaching my goal but yet so far, for the reason that I had to put a hold on my study time. The reason why I had to put a hold on it is because I started a dental treatment. I have a few issues going on with my teeth. The first one is that I have short roots, I was born like that, and according to my dentist this is something genetic. I also have gum disease which caused me to lose teeth bone. Now obviously having short roots doesn’t make it any better. All of this has caused my teeth to move around and shift and this has made my teeth completely flare out. If I don’t do anything about it my teeth will fall out, because they will be keeping moving out, and at the same time I will lose teeth bone which will cause my teeth to fall. As you can see there is so much going on, I am very scared! I want to keep my teeth, I want to save my teeth. I mean who wouldn’t right?  As I spoke to my dentist I saw how much of an emergency my condition is, so immediately I started the first treatment which was to strengthen my gums and oral bones with a treatment called “Perio Protect Tray”. This tray is something you use twice to three times a day and helps to kill the bacteria in the gums. Eventually I will heal from this but as recommended from my dentist I should use this a life time.  The second part of my treatment was to get Invisalign due to my flared-out teeth. If you’re thinking “Why doesn’t she just get braces? It’s way cheaper?” Well I can’t because of the tray that I have to insert on my teeth every day. That tray carries the medicine to kill the bacteria, and with braces I wouldn’t be able to insert the tray on my teeth.  The Invisalign it’s going to cost me $6,850.00. I am not doing this for any cosmetic reason, but I am doing this because I want to save my teeth. I already started with the first procedure which was to get the Perio Protect Tray. Then the first week of November I will start Invisalign to fix the symmetry of my teeth. Due to all of these expenses I had to put a hold to my license and work two Jobs to try to pay this in a year, I say a year because after a year I will be charged an interest rate. This Means that for a whole year I will not be able to study but to work day and night and live pay check by pay check to cover my dental treatment, college loans and my life expenses. I am reaching out to this community asking for help or better said “begging for help”. I just want to start preparing for my nursing test, I want to be a nurse already, but this has put a big hold in my life, and I can’t ignore my dental issue, it’s a big problem. If I don’t take care of it now I don’t want to imagine how I will end up. So, I am asking with a desperate heart, from someone who just finished college and is complete broke. I really hope that someone out there reads my story and is able to help me. Any donation will help me with this cost. Thank you for your time and hope to hear from someone soon! God bless you all.

Goal: $6.850.00 My Paypal link is: https://paypal.me/av618?locale.x=en_US

TRAUMA, trigger warning!!!

So it starts with a series of unfortunate events. I just turned 20, and I provide for myself on my own in Maryland, where taxes are high and living can be almost impossible if your not spoiled to death. With me; I don’t really have that chance or opportunity so I turned here… I come from an extremely broken and negative home, I am the oldest of 8 siblings. Im the only one from my own mother; she had schizoaffective, bipolar disorder, and clinical depression by the time one I was 2. So she couldn’t care for me, and I ended up living with my dad, I’ve had two step moms along the way… I would get to visit my mom, but as time continues to go on, she continues to fade away to this day..  the first step mom used to lie constantly and tell my dad that I did things that I’ve never done, and I was too young to understand, then My dad would come home pissed as hell from whatever lies my step mom told him and “punish” me… if I told the truth I was a liar, if I lied, I was a liar. Either way I’d get beat. Not just spankings but objects were used on me constantly to the point of blood and bruises. and my first step mom would watch as I was punished with a smile on her face.

I don’t know what her problem was but it was like me being the daughter from his first babymomma made them get pleasure from treating me like shit since I had nobody to go to. The other kids were not treated the same. This was constant.  She became addicted to painkillers at one point but I don’t remember when. I just remember being under extreme rules and controlling abusive environments.

My second step mom was good at putting on a fake face.. she acted perfect until the night before my dad and her got married, they both decided to bring me downstairs and punish me together over (I swear to god) doing NOTHING wrong. They both pushed me, smacked me, threw me on the ground and kicked me as if a team effort then sent me upstairs and forced me to apologize to my soon to be step mom when I was ready (for doing nothing…) so I went around trying to find her when I stopped crying to apologize for the fact that I didn’t want this to be how my relationship was going to be with them for the rest of my life. She was purposely AVOIDING me literally walking away from me so I couldn’t talk to her… this was the first time I wanted to kill myself. I was almost 14. Their actions would be justified by either selfish reasons or because of my fathers weird obsession with the “first born” in generations being “disciplined” to the maximum in order to be a “leader”..

As highschool became more serious, my parents were less serious. They didn’t care what was going on at school, what I was going through, they didn’t care that I had things I needed to pay for, like field trips and group fundraisers. I had to do everything myself, so that’s when I started working at McDonald’s once I was 15 so I could support myself and do nice things for my siblings. And after I got a job, my step mom and dads Behaviour started getting weird. We started to loose money, and a couple of my siblings decided they didn’t wanna live with us anymore, they moved back with my first step mom. All the while I was basically raped in 9th grade by a kid who was older and bigger than me to the point of me bleeding down there, and then told me not to tell anyone… but he told everyone… and told everyone a completely and utterly different story. Plus, he was more liked and popular  than I was and I went to a cliquey school where people were nasty. I didn’t know he started passing rumors until popular kids and kids I didn’t even know in all different grades started looking and whispering about me at lunch, and making sexual gestures at me in the hallway… people said I was a whore even though I didn’t lose my virginity until 3 years later and people told everyone what my vagina looked like, and that I had STDs. Which I don’t. I was devastated, I started wearing baggy clothes but people wouldn’t stop harassing me. And around the same time, my dad started asking me for money, and my field trip money back because we became broke. I had to stay behind on trips my entire class grade got to go to. my step mom began acting extremely petty towards me and made favoritism with children clear, as she would also constantly talk bad about me to my other siblings, about how I was a disappointment and they were better than me.

i had nobody to talk to, absolutely no parents who would understand me, my siblings were to young to know, and I had no friends after all of the rumours… I wasn’t allowed to take medication, I wasn’t allowed to tell anyone about how I was being treated, I wasn’t allowed to get help, I wasn’t allowed to even talk to my school councilor after asking several times because they didn’t want me explain their Behaviour because I was exposed to so much my parents were paranoid about the world knowing i was also never allowed to hang out with friends I DID ever have (or my bf at the time). So I would have to sneak around just to get out of the house.

My first suicide attempt followed this.

Obviously I didn’t die, I didn’t do it right. But I know I didn’t want to die, I was just very trapped. I didn’t wanna be anywhere. I bandaged myself and went to school the following day.

The whole day I was basically writing in a journal, during class all i did was write personal struggles in a journal. Then when we went to lunch I left my journal out and a teacher snooped in it because she probably though I was doodling. She found some concerning things about what I did to myself, and I was pulled out of class after lunch to talk to my school councilor.

I begged her not to call my dad but she told me “you dad loves you, of course he loves you, if he loves you maybe if he just knew how this was all affecting you, things might get better” I didn’t believe her. She called my dad. And when I came home he was sitting outside his room waiting for me. He told me to show him what I did to myself. He said “why would you do this to yourself??” He cried for maybe 3 seconds and said “you know just one slip just half a centimeter over, you could’ve died, the doctors wouldn’t be able to stitch that??” I said yes, obviously I knew what I was doing. Before that, I would even tie a noose around myself and let my body weight rest then stand back up just to scare myself back to reality. I was so close to killing myself it I really REALLY didn’t want to. I was an overachiever with so much potential, and my life was really extremely unfair. Afterwards he asked me if I needed to “go to the nuthouse” I said no… then he told me to get his lighter and cigarettes, he lit a cigarette and told me to leave the room. And we never spoke about it again…

life goes on, and as it goes on my parents stop paying off their car.. so it was taken away, then somehow my dad completely totals our bigger car months later… so I ended up buying THEM another car which was basically ALL of my savings and they told me if I bought this one they’d give me it after they get their tax returns (bs) a few weeks after that I woke him up to drive me to work. It took forever to wake him up, he was pale and cold and sweaty, he then woke up walked outside and threw up but kept telling me he was fine.  and I was told if I was late one more time I’d be fired. But this time I was late because even though it was only 4 minutes away  driving distance, my dad started passing out while he was driving we started swerving off the road, I grabbed the wheel and started screaming and slapping at him to wake up, then he kept telling me to “chill the fuck out I got it” and I told him he doesn’t have it and to let me drive but he wouldn’t let me… I had to explain the truth to my manager so I wasn’t fired that day. But my manager then told me that my parents were probably using heroin. I doubted it.. but the signs were clear.

This led to like the 12th CPS investigation with put the kids in a house protection program for a week, which was also during my 18th birthday while cps decided if we were going to be taken away or not. They decided the day AFTER my birthday, that all of the kids will be sent to their other parents in full custody, and my two baby brothers were put into foster care. So they couldn’t do anything for me… they suggested things, but everything suggested was having me required to have my own transportation. I ended up going back home to hell alone.

Soon after I would come home and realize things were missing from my room, like valuable things I would hide. I wasn’t allowed to have my own bank account so I would get checks into cash then stash them in places in my bedroom. That eventually went missing too. I realized I was being stolen from. And when I confronted my parents they tried to say maybe it was my step sisters but I know they wouldn’t have. I stopped confronting them because eventually they would just start telling me things like I owe them and I’m worthless and throw forks and knives at me and lay their hands on me once again. Around this time the councilor told me that because of so many missed days of school, (from never getting any sleep and taking care of my toddler and infant brothers) along with failing to stay at the same level with my school work, I would not be able to graduate. So I decided I would start switching things around because I didn’t deserve to also not graduate Highschool.

One day I started getting sick… I knew I had something up with my kidneys because of the specific pain and having a UTI right before that. DurIng this and years before, my parents would tell me that I don’t have health insurance or they don’t have my card.. I guess so I would never get help. Which mean I also could never go to a doctor. I went downstairs and told them I think I had a kidney infection. My dad basically told me “no you don’t your fine” and my step mom used to HAVE kidney infections but said “no you don’t because IIII have had them And YOU DONT KNOW WHAT ITS LIKE, but you would know” and basically called me dramatic.

A week later the pain became so severe I couldn’t sleep and I couldn’t stop crying, I began screaming with waves of pain and throwing up all I’ve myself. I told them I needed to go to the hospital.. they said “no you don’t, here’s a coke and a Tylenol” which is not what I should’ve been taking at all. Then I started yelling at them to take me to the hospital (it was about 8 minutes away) and they told me to stfu and they’ll take me to patient first… so because I’m not a complete idiot, I told them to take me to the emergency room because without insurance there’s nothing patient first can do for me. They took me to patient first anyways and the doctor there told me I needed to go to the emergency room.

My step mom took me to the emergency room and I ended up staying for 2 days getting fluids pumped into me, doctors said I had a uti, kidney infection and a 4- centimeter mass in my kidney.

The first night, My step mom came in the room and said that they were having issues with my legal name down stairs so she needed my ID and asked for my wallet. At this point I had ivs and antibiotics hooked into me. I told her where my wallet was, and she went through it grabbed what she needed out of it and left. Then I fell asleep. The only issue was that she didn’t come back.

. My dad stayed home because he started getting sick too, when I was ready to be discharged and left the hospital, I finally had phone connection again, and noticed I started getting a ton of notifications about my bank account but my banking app was deleted off  my phone too. So I immediately checked and realized that every single last penny was drained from my savings account.

My step mom took all of my money… I came home from the hospital to everything taken from me, and 2000 dollars in hospital bills. I confronted them furious with tears in my eyes, we had nothing already, they were selling our shoes, selling our decor, and stealing for their addiction. My step mom then jumped up and told me to get the fuck away from them and that I owed her the rest of my life’s savings because of “all the trouble I caused having her take me to the hospital”.. are you KIDDING ME RIGHT NOW??  When I fully recovered I decided I was going to run away from home. The whole time I was moving items from my bedroom, my parents didn’t even care to notice.

The last day I decided to be there, my dad was passed out on the side of the couch, I went up to him and I kissed him on the forehead he woke up and asked what was up. I hugged him and I gave him 80 dollars and he asked what it was for. I started crying because I didn’t want to leave but I felt I really had no choice, I remembered when life was better, I remembered when me and my dad were so close and when he was all I had. And I was leaving him while he was sick. But I already knew if I stayed it would’ve gotten worse, we already had a few eviction notices. I told him I was leaving and assured him I would be okay and why. He actually ended up softening up and with pain in his voice told me that I was probably making the best decision by leaving them. He knew things were getting even worse. I told him to make my step mom bring him to a hospital since he couldn’t drive after getting his license revoked. He said he would. And then I told him I loved him and left.

….About 3 days after I left I got a voicemail from my dad saying they received the 24hr EVICTION notice. They had no way to move their things into a storage facility. I discreetly gave them money for a u haul. They weren’t able to get everything out. And they ended up going to stay at a motel. I returned to the house the next day and everything was thrown out of the house, all of our furniture, our family photos, things left from my room, my siblings beds, and their dress up clothes. It broke my heart. There were people who kept stopping in front of our house to take things off our lawn, and I would yell at them to leave it alone and to get off the property and stop taking those things because they were mine and we were evicted. I was so upset because these ignorant people had no idea what we all went through.

Most of our items were rained on and destroyed, I was able to retrieve a few more things for my parents to add to storage. And I took pictures of my little siblings and Christmas ornaments for myself for sentimental value. Then I left.

I started therapy for the first time ever. The therapist seemed like she could barely believe everything I had gone through. It was only my second appointment when it was interrupted by someone sending a message to me… not even by a direct family members, it was by some random distant cousin that said I should know what was going on. Yet for some reason my step mom didn’t have the audacity to tell me;

my dad was in the ICU with an infection that spread to his heart and wasn’t going to make it through the night. This message was told in front of my therapist where I immediately started panicking. She tried to get me to stay but of course I left, because I needed to see my dad. In case it was the last time I would ever see him. I prayed and prayed. When I showed up, I caught my step mom trying to slip him drugs and she was trying to get me to leave the room. I refused to leave. Then she basically told me nobody wanted me there and I didn’t belong there. I said “my dad is dying and your gonna tell me I don’t sldeserve to be here?? Really??? Fuck you” and she started insulting me and my dad uses some of his strength to say “stop”. Drama happened after that. I told a nurse to keep an eye on my step mom. And excused myself.

Most about a year and a half later and my dad survived. The infection ate away at his muscle and organs and he was in a coma for 3 months and going through withdrawal at the same time. He is still alive but on his birthday in exactly a month from now, he’s going to prison for everything he has done. Minimum sentence of 10 years. Even though he didn’t pass away, I’m still going to end up living a life without him. He’s not going to be there when I get married or have my first child and my heart is breaking as the time gets further. Since then, I’ve been working non stop supporting myself, for my own health insurance, but I’ve continued to have kidney problems on and off. I just really need help with paying off my hospital bills and with living comfortably.

It’s so fucking hard. But I’ve come so far.

I barely make enough money to get by, and I can’t even afford to get my siblings anything for their birthdays or holidays. I feel like they began to think I don’t care about them because we’ve been separated so long and there isn’t much I can do for them at 20 years old starting off with literally having nothing. I have the car now, but it has so many issues with it that I can’t afford to fix I don’t know how long it will last me.

I am also now a state finalist for the miss Maryland USA pageant being held in Bethesda… I need sponsorships for that of 1095 dollars too before mid October to participate, and I really don’t have anyone who supports me, and DEFINITELY NOBODY who supports me financially, I’m asking for help!! Any bit will help. I am employed with  5 jobs, and I’m a 20 year old female alone in this world. Figuring out everything on my own. And I just really need help because I will not allow myself to fail.

May god bless whoever helps me on my journey, and I greatly appreciate whatever I can get, since I’m not use to anyone’s pity or help.

May CASHAPP and VENMO:::

makijoy

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First, I wanted to thank you for reading this and I feel awful that I can’t help others that are on this site looking for help. About 7 years ago I lost a very good job because the company sold and they didn’t need me any longer. I was out of work for a year trying to find a job with a comparable salary, but ended up having to take a huge pay cut just to get back into the work force. Shortly before I lost that job, I had a wrist surgery that was supposed to be a simple removal of a ganglion cyst, but the doctor accidentally cut the tendon to my thumb. He realized he did this a few days later because I couldn’t bend my thumb. He then shipped me off to another doctor to fix what he did. The second doctor was able to reattach the tendon by redirecting it. I had to go through a year of physical and occupational therapy to get some of my mobility back. I not only had to pay for both of the surgeries after what insurance/COBRA covered, but I also had to pay $50 per therapy visit which occurred 2 to 3 times per week for a year. That was the beginning of me falling behind financially and when I thought things were finally going to look up something else would knock me back down. Later on I had to have two major surgeries for the removal of fibroids in my uterus. The first surgery they removed them so I still had the chance to have children, but the fibroids returned so I had to have a laparoscopic hysterectomy. I was never able to have children, so I had a couple rescue cats instead. Over the years as they aged their health deteriorated so I had to have them euthanized. Besides past due medical and vet bills, my car broke down so after I spent money on the mechanic trying to figure out what was wrong with it; they were never able to get it running again. I ended up having to by another used vehicle. I’m behind on all of my bills, previous credit card debt from medical and vet bills and car repair bills, I’m behind in utilities. I’m trying to not buy too much for food because I can’t afford to lose my apartment or my car. I’ve always been the type of person that would be there to help everyone in need including animals, but now that I need help, my friends and family won’t or can’t help me. I don’t spend money on going out to eat or for entertainment, on new clothes or shoes. All of my money goes to paying what is necessary to keep my current rescued cats fed, a home over our head and my car. I’m not looking for someone to help pay off my credit card debt. There is too much of that and my credit has already been shot with everything going to collections. I’m just looking for someone to help get me caught up so I can start living paycheck to paycheck again until I can find a higher paying job or a side job. I need about 2,000 to 5,000 to get my head above water so I can pay past due bills, eat and keep a home over my head. When the doctor cut the tendon to my thumb I was devastated and mad that I had to pay money to try to fix what he messed up, but they have you sign a waiver in case there are complications. It seems like everything went downhill from that point forward. I just need a break so I can refocus my attention on helping others again. Thank you for reading and God Bless.

paypal.me/cantgetabreak

Hello my wife and I are struggling to make ends meet. My wife suffers from many diseases and illnesses which over the years have not only deteriorated her health. It has also cost a lot of money to keep up with our every day monthly expenses and rent.

She has Diabetes One which has caused her to lose her eye sight and the removal of her right eye. She is now legally blind.

A Heart Attack , Gault, Trigger Thumb, Depression, removal of her Gallbladder and Breast Cancer.
10 different Specialist and Doctors. Numerous Pills, Eye Drops and Needle Shots.

Recently about 6 months ago she fell down while walking to her hospital due to an uneven  city sidewalk. The fall gave her a ride in an ambulance two blocks away to the hospital. She was informed that her right wrist bones were shattered. Her face was bruised all over and one of her teeth had to be worked on.

It seems that we have come to a crossroads where everything looks unreachable and bleak
We have been together for well over 25 years and married for 15 years.

I work at my fulltime job 40 hours a week and do side gigs to make extra cash for the bills. She gets her monthly social security disability check but most of it goes to medical expenses and doctor bills. Basically I am trying to keep our heads above water so that we won’t become homeless.

I sincerely hope that our heartfelt story finds it’s way to your hearts.
Thank You.

https://paypal.me/RAdversalo

 

I am asking for someone to support me until my parents pass and I can go back to work.  I am the full time caretaker of my parents. I am with them a minimum of six days a week.  I cook, clean, do dishes, laundry, drive, help them get dressed, take care of their medications and see that they are taken correctly, I take them to all doctor appointments and make sure they understand their care.  I drive them anywhere they need to go as they can no longer drive. My mother just had a second surgery to try and resolve a surgical complication and it is now even more important that I remain with them and continue with their care.

The issue is I am getting divorced, and now I am left with no income because he worked while I cared for my parents.  Now I have no income and still need to provide full time care for them. I am going back to school online and making steps to help myself, but I need some help.  I need my bills paid each month so that I do not have to work outside the home. I’m doing everything I can, taking little jobs online, making things to sell on sites and such, but it doesn’t bring in very much right now.  I am looking at renting a room out at my house and doing everything I can to bridge the gap! I also have a daughter that is autistic, she is high functioning and so wonderful, but some days I have a three year old mentality to deal with if she is having a bad day.  

Going back to school with make sure myself and my kids are financially secure once I no longer have to care for them, but right now I have no way to accomplish that and all I have to do for them.  My parents are at the end of their life, so right now I need help to make sure they have everything they need.

My parents have supported me and made sure I was ok my entire life and now that they need my help I can’t be forced to leave them with nothing. I love them with everything I have and I just want to be able to take care of them and make the rest of their time here comfortable and peaceful.   Please help me care for them!

My PayPal is paypal.me/staceyvaughn42

Hello,

My name is Mariah and I’m a new mom to a beautiful baby girl. A little about me and my husband- I am a social worker for a health plan. I spend my days visiting the homes of clients (mostly elderly) and completing an assessment to ensure their safety. I then will set up services (PCA, nurse visits, etc.) and order equipment/supplies (wheelchair, walker, Ensure, incontinence supplies, etc) to assist them continue to live as independently as possible. My husband is the hardest worker I know and spends his work days in a semi truck, delivering goods all around Minnesota! I am thankful he doesn’t go too far and gets to come home every night. We were high school sweethearts and have been together for 8 years (9 in December!) and have one child – our new baby girl.

So speaking of that sweet baby.. Her arrival into the world did not go as expected. Her little heart hadn’t been responding well to the intravenous induction medication they administered to me and she also became very stuck after 2.5 hours of pushing. So because of these two factors, my OB decided it would be safest to continue with a cesarean delivery. I was then brought downstairs to the operating room and opened up while wide awake, feeling every cut, poke and grab, shivering with adrenaline (and because of the stylish paper gown I was wearing). But it was all SO worth it, because my little ray of sunshine entered the world.

Fast forward to four weeks post partum.. The hospital bill is crazy, as I had to stay a few more days to ensure I was healing properly, ya know, not infected or bleeding internally.. hospital bill aside, our own bills had piled up as they do and here I am, telling our story and asking for help from kind strangers.

I would like to add that my husband stayed home for the first two weeks because I needed extra help at home (since you’re not allowed to lift more than 10 lbs and moving with my incision hurt almost more than contractions did).  This means my husband also missed work for the days I was in the hospital and then the extra 2 weeks. This is a lot of work to be missed between both of us since we bought a house in November of 2018 and have our budget figured out to the last penny. We bring in quite the average amount of money, but it has been made clear to me that we live in a world where two have to be working to make ends meet in a household (and that’s without the unplanned surgery, hospital stay and missing work).

I don’t want to ask for anyone’s money without them knowing that we are very responsible people. We truly budget like crazy- I haven’t had my hair done for years, I do not buy food or drinks when out with friends (fun.. I know!), we do not buy new clothes or any materialistic things, we haven’t gone out to eat since before our wedding in November of 2017 because we had decided to put everything extra towards my school loans and saving for a house (we planned for a baby a few more years away.. we are so happy to be parents, just would’ve liked to prepare better financially for her).

We knew to embrace and plan for the unexpected, but the combination of missing extra days of work and the unplanned c-section with extra days in the hospital, we could really use money for bills and other things important for survival (hospital bills, mortgage and groceries). Our monthly outflow of money is around $3,200 (mortgage, school loans, food, gas, utilities) and anything extra could go towards the (just shy of) $20,000 hospital bill. Thankfully, medical bills do not have interest, so we will be paying the minimum and focusing on staying ahead on bills. I’m hoping this reaches someone who would like to help a new family start their life with a little less debt! I hope to revisit this site someday after my debt is gone to continue the chain reaction of kindness. Thank you so much for reading!

PayPal.me/mabeler

 

I’m wondering if anyone reads this.. like who really has time to check on strangers sob stories? I guess I’ll roll the dice..

where to start… I guess we shall start in 2006.. At this time I’m a single mom with three beautiful children. Doing pretty well for myself. The Fourth of July in 2006, was the day that changed my life so dramatically. I mean mentally it was so hard to be emotionally stable for a good year. You see this day my 1 year old daughter caught on fire from a four year old neighbor child’s sparkler.. I close my eyes today and can still see my child running towards me when flames burst up and over her head, then back out just that quick. Her skin hanging there and the smell.. to shorten the story she was life flighted and spent 10 agonizing months in a hospital fighting for her life with surgery after surgery, as 62% of her body was 3rd degree burns. Most every night I begged and pleaded with God to pls spare my child, I couldn’t make it without her.  She finally made it past this and spent another month in another hospital who helped her learn everything all over.. During her hospital stay I had my fourth child. After my daughter, Makya came home from hospital we knew it was a long road ahead. Hundreds of surgery’s and will continue to have surgery’s the rest of her GROWING life.. her skin will not stretch as it should without these surgeries. Some how we made a way to make it back to the hospital hours away for years on end.. I’d lose job after job because let’s be honest no one wants an employee who has to be gone so often. Yet along sell me insurance. Anyhow fast forward to 2016.. we’ve made it this far, kids playing sports, getting good grades, finally, FINALLY, I’ve taught my daughter confidence. She has hated herself for so long and mental doctor after mental doc told me to admit her in mental institutions. I guess so she could feel abandoned on top of everything she already felt. 💔 ok so now, she has this confidence, and I’m feeling great as a mother.

But then, my youngest son, Malachi,  suddenly starts falling. And I mean 30/40 times a day. I’m watching him quickly deteriorate. He’s only 10, he’s played football and baseball, everything has always been fine with him.  So for yet another 10 agonizing mo the AGAIN, I’m begging and pleading with God, crying myself to sleep. As no doctors can figure out what’s going on. We had a doctor from a children’s hospital make a close guess for a diagnosis of Gillian Bare Syndrome. I knew it was close because his symptoms were gone as long as he had these IVIGs, but when I said to the doc I don’t think your right… they treated us like crap. So I snuck him out dragging him and my other children hours away to another children’s hospital, as I knew my son was dying. He could no longer walk, his muscle mass was disappearing- he has no reflexes- his eye shape changed. Anyhow Christens hospital of Philadelphia saved my child. Gave him the correct diagnosis of Chronic Inflammatory Demylating Polyneuropathy. Basically his immune system is attacking his nervous system. A 10 day plasma transfusion seem to get him back enough strength to get him eventually back to health with minor damage.

During all those months, my daughter Makya, develops alopecia, which was yet ANOTHER devastating thing for her to deal with- she’s been surviving kids torturing for years and this was just more to add to it for her.

Still as a mom, I’m hanging on. Trying my best to give my children the best lives possible. It’s my only goal in life. Job after job, I’m losing it- trying so hard to be strong as I battle depression, and PTSD myself, and with the kids doctor appointments I have no time to get myself help.

Until I was forced to have a surgery. It put me down for MONTHS. I’m so far in debt, I can’t see a way out. I’m trying so hard and it’s like, life chews me up- spits me out- stomps on me- and does it again and again. I pray hard. I try hard. I’m 10,000+ in debt- 2400 behind in rent. Constant shut off notices- car is going to be repo’ed-

I just need a break. So if anyone reads this and your here to just help. Pls consider my family. I know the list is long. I know someone, somewhere has it worse then me.

Just pls help. Anyone. Please.

Hello!

 

 

I am writing to help myself get back on my feet. I’ve had a rough couple of months and I’m hoping to get at least back to where I was. I had a lot of good things going for me that I was very excited about. In a very short time span, a sequence of not-so-good events occurred leaving struggling to figure out how to make it all work.

The beginning starts with getting a promotion at my job. I am a waitress and was being offered a position within the management team. This was something that was very well deserved and I had worked very hard to be offered. The night of having my promotion announced to the rest of the staff, I ended up getting in a car accident. The accident itself didn’t leave me injured, only my car pretty bad. The other car merely had scratched, while mine turned out to have $8,000 in damages. Luckily after a hard fought battle, I was only left to pay the $500 deductible.

Two days later it was my twenty-fifth birthday. The accident made me feel like less than celebrating, but with the help of my friends I put a smile on my face and kept reminding myself “it was only an accident”. I had the best evening, which included dinner with my amazing boyfriend followed by catching the fireworks from the baseball game. We went out for some cocktails to continue the celebration. Unfortunately for me, the fun came to an end when I ended up slipping and falling to the floor. I soon realized then that I could not bear any weight on my ankle. It was the worst pain I had ever felt in my life. Everyone was telling me it was broken and I needed to go to the hospital. I’ve never broken a bone and at the time, wasn’t fully convinced of the seriousness.

The next day I  realized I needed to get it checked out asap. They took some x-rays at urgent care and had a specialist look them other. He told me it was one of the worst breaks that I could have had and I was going to be admitted for surgery that night. It ended up breaking in 3 places. I was terrified since it was all going so quick!

The surgery went well, which I was very grateful for. However, the second thought through my head was “HOW AM I GOING TO WORK AS A WAITRESS?”. While I had just accepted a salary position, it was very little which I only accepted under the condition that I would still be earning tips. So then I began to panic and feel like I needed to get creative to come up with the money.

So here I am, looking to find someone with a little bit of sympathy and kindness to help me get out of the hole I currently feel stuck in.

I am asking for donations to help reach my goal of at least $1,500. This cost would help me pay my deductible for my car, medical bills, and help me replenish my savings that I’ve had to burn up since I’m mostly out of work. I really hope someone can find the kindness to help me get back up on my feet.

Thank you for reading!

paypal.me/mollidupey

Hello, this is hard for me to do, but the fact of the matter is, I need help.

 

This past year has been incredibly difficult for me, to make a long story short:

 

I lost my job due to a serious injury, I also lived where I lived because of that same job. So not only was my job lost but my home as well. Thankfully my dog and I were able to find another place and eventually another job, but in the months in between that I racked up plenty of debt between medical bills and living expenses. This injury also means I may never indulge in my passion again, which is music, and playing instruments. I am unsure if I will ever be able to play instruments the same again because of it and this has driven me into a deep depression. I’ve sold as many music related things as I can to help myself during this time but it hasn’t been enough.

 

Recently my dog also had to undergo a surgery which has set me back even farther, and with missed payments and collection agencies breathing down my neck I can’t take this anxiety or depression anymore. I work so hard to provide for my dog and I, he’s my best friend, I’m probably still alive because of his love, and thankfully he’s okay after the procedure, but with this huge debt looming over us our future feels impossible.

 

I understand that there are more pressing and serious matters than this, our story is certainly not the most dire, but anything will help us. Every little bit helps, I thank you for taking the time to hear our story.

 

I’m scared to release too many details because I am scared of retaliation from my previous employer. If I am too vague I understand your apprehension and decision to not donate. I still thank you for your time to read this.

 

We’ve been on the brink of being homeless and sometimes still are. I can never express the gratitude I have, just for someone taking the time to read this let alone donate a dollar. I just don’t know what else I can do right now. I am working 2 jobs, 7 days a week to support us and pay down these bills but with debt over $10,000 in the past year alone I already have collections knocking. If you can spare anything, please help us.

 

paypal.me/michaelparascandolo

Dear supporters,
Daughter, Mother, sister, friend – Katlynn Bee, is currently going through a medical emergency that has shook the family and community. It has turned their world upside down and we are asking for your help to aid this mother back to good health.

On July 19th Katlynn, was getting the kids ready for back to school. 1 starting kindergarten & 1 starting highschool. When Katlynn unexpectedly was admitted into the hospital and was subsequently diagnosed with a massive 8mm kidney stone in her right kidney -> ureter & 2 umbilical hernias. The Stone is so large and sharp it has started to grow & embed itself onto the tissue wall of the Kidney ureter. The stone was obstructing the ureter and blocking fluids up in her kidney; causing it to swell. We are so blessed to have caught the obstruction as it can be life threatening, causes lots of pain, and requires surgeries to prevent the kidney from shutting down or worse, rupturing.

During surgery it was discovered that there is an infection. Due to the infection an almost 11 inch stent was placed into the kidney to allow the fluids to drain around the stone until the infection has cleared and they can ultimately remove the stone. The family was told that Katlynn would need an immediate series of surgeries since they were unable to operate further with the infection.  This of course has put Katlynn on a collision course with the health insurance industry.

The reason Katlynn needs your help is because  The family is in a time crunch!
*Kidney stents are only temporary to allow fluids to drain around the kidney stone. Stents must be removed shortly after being placed or they will calcify causing life threatening issues.
*Katlynn is home right now to deal with her surgeries and to recover. Unfortunately she is in ALOT of pain. The medical expenses and costs needed for surgeries is causing a hardship to this family. The children need a healthy mom. With your donation we can make that happen. 

The hospital and surgeons require that Katlynn pay her 1/5  coinsurance before she can get the 2nd & 3rd surgeries. Which need to be done ASAP. The surgeries in total will cost over 80K. Katlynn has a 10k out of pocket maximum. All funds will go towards the surgical procedure, any additional funds (outside of the goal) will go towards Katlynns Bill’s, child care, and recovery efforts. Finances should be the last thing this mother should have to worry about right now.

With all that being said, the community is requesting your help to raise funds to assist the family with the funds they need to get their surgeries completed. Also please keep the family in your prayers in their time of need.

100% of funds will go to the Bee Family surgical fund. Help this family get back to good health.

God bless ♡

Hi my name is Sydnee.

Long story short. I found myself drowning in bills that I can’t pay at the moment due to a medical emergency that came out of nowhere.

I dislike asking for money when I don’t work for it.  I grew up to work hard. So it’s difficult for me to just ask for money like this.

Let’s start out with my first mistake I make this month.

I sighed up for a gym membership that costed $600. I paid $350 since they understood that I needed time to get money. It was a membership for 6 -weeks. It went all and we’ll till got got very sick after the 4th week.

I was rushed to the ER due to  excruciating pain in my  abdomen. I really thought I was dying. Turned out I had  mesenteric lymphadenitis and a severe badder infection.

I have been sick ever since then and still am. It’s almost been two weeks and I’ve only was able to work a half a day till I was throwing up to the point nothing was coming out.

On top of the pain, medical bills and normal life bills my gym didn’t understand how sick I was and how much I was struggling financially. They kept bugging me on payment when I had already told them in the beginning  that I would be able to pay it just be in small forms. That was before the medical emergency.  They  showed no empathy  towards what I was going through. I’m still stressing how I’m going to survive this month. They aren’t helping me at all I tried to reach costumer service and explain to them that I wasn’t there for the last two weeks. They still want me to pay the $250.

I can’t even make a follow up appointment to see my doctor due to the fact I am in the negatives in my account.

I have a $1000 medical bill, $700 in bills (rent/phone/car insurance) and on top of that my gym still wants the $250.

Theres no way I’ll be able to come up with $1950 in a short amount of time.

Please help me. I really don’t know what else to do and I’m scared for going to happen.

Anything helps and it will be much appreciated very much so.

paypal.me/SydneeRichard

My sister has been diagnosed with Hemophagocytic Lymphohistiocytosis (HLH), a life-threatening immunodeficiency, Non-Hodgkin Lymphoma (NHL), and a rare type of NHL called anaplastic large cell lymphoma (ALCL) and makes up only 1% of all NHL cases. She’s spent the past few months in and out of the hospital and has recently finished chemo. I am scared, she has been fighting it, but she is in constant pain and in and out of fevers that spike to 104 degrees Fahrenheit. The medical bills keep growing but I think if we can support those bills, she is strong enough to fight it. However, my mother had a back injury and can no longer work, and my father is a construction worker who barely makes minimum wage each year.

My parents are struggling financially between putting two children through college and now hospital bills. They love helping other people, but they never ask for help themselves, and they rarely accept it when it’s offered. Working a part-time job at minimum wage while being a student in college can only pay for so many bills and expenses. I would really like to be able to help my parents get my sister help so that she can fight cancer and beat it but at the same time I am very much struggling to pay for college and my own bills.

As the bills stack up and grow larger and larger my depression has as well, depression that runs in my family; my grandfather nearly drank himself to death. I have recently been diagnosed with depression, it explains a lot as everything is extremely difficult to do, even focusing my eyes usually feels exhausting.

This struggle to keep my head above water nearly drove me to let myself drown, but my therapist somehow managed to convince me to at least try to stay alive. But the bills keep growing and it keeps seeming more and more of an option as days go by. I don’t know what to do, I need help, I would extremely appreciate any given.

I didn’t know where else to turn, I tried looking into loans but as I’m still young and don’t have a credit card my credit score isn’t high enough for anyone to give me a loan even though I don’t have any negatives to my credit score. My hope is that there is someone out there who is willing to help. And someday I would love to come back and do the same for someone, but for now I really need the help.

 

paypal.me/DemolitiatoArms

Hello,

I chose to put my medical and monthly bills on a card starting two years ago when I was injured so the doctors were paid before collections started. The interest accrued but I continually worked at it. Then the card helped a great deal with monthly bills and gas for all the Hershey medical needs and trips since I get very limited assistance from my spouse. I concentrated on my daughter’s continuing health problems as I worked toward graduate school requirements instead of employment. I also started a communication server as a graduate school student project for my course study on working with bright and less fortunate students who learn better through technology. I named my nonprofit tutoring business to provide assistance to them and help them succeed through subjects with organization and learning strategies, and looking at future options. For most of them, it was just the moment of realization for all the effort and gave them a passing score no matter the middle school to college level grade range.

Now, not counting high school loans, I have one very large bill ($18000) I am still trying to reduce without a loan or chance at paying a higher amount and many options were researched that I do not qualify for. My mom helps pay bills. This is a first chance and short term request asking for funds to help with one bill. I would like to help others who ask for a chance, after this bill is paid off. I will submit payments to the bill as often as possible. I also plan to sub teach on the one day I am not doing my field experience hours from August to April. I continue to tutor students that cannot pay, pass my classes, pay toward this bill, and be there for my little girl with medical appointments with a semi open schedule to help her with school starting soon. I get asked why I paid the medical bills and I say I want a teaching job where I live. I am asked why I am not tutoring and I say I am. I am asked why I don’t get loans and I say my school loans are high with a credit issue during my injury. Would you have made the same choices I did with very limited resources?

https://paypal.me/PaulinaSchoolTutor?locale.x=en_US

Thank you for showing interest in my cause. I hope to hear from you.

With care,

Paula

On January 9, 2019 Isabella was born. She was born a month early and with many complications. She is almost four months old and has already been to four different hospitals and is in the process of getting transferred to her fifth hospital . It has been a heartbreaking, stressful, and draining time for me and my family. She has lived her entire four months in hospitals she has not been able to come home yet.

Isabella has been diagnosed with trisomy 8, tracheomalacia, lung disease, butterfly vertebrae,     anemia and some other minor things.

She was born with patent ductus arteriosus which is a heart defect. She had surgery for it and everything went successful with that. She was also born with a hole in her heart called atrial septal defect, her doctors said when she is between the age of 3-5 they will probably have to do surgery to close it.

She has been on a ventilator most of her life, she can not breathe on her own. After her heart surgery they found out she has tracheomalacia. With her lung disease and the tracheomalacia, the only option was for her to have another surgery to get a tracheotomy and a feeding tube put in.

The doctors don’t know when or if she will ever get to have that removed. So when Isabella is able to come home she will be on machines and monitors.

Its only been four months and Isabella has already been through so much. You never expect as a parent when your child is born that you would ever have to go through this. It has been a very hard time in my life to see Isabella going through all of this.

Her medical bills are already over $15,000 and we still have a long road ahead of us. She’s been at  Riley’s hospital in Indianapolis for about a month now. The hospital is over two hours away from home, I have a seven year old at home so I’m always going back and spending alot on gas money. I am currently not working or will be able to work once she comes home she will need care 24/7. So I ask if you can please help with medical bills, gas, living expenses, home care, and for the things she will need when she is able to come home. Thank you so much for your kindness, generosity, love and support.

Hi, I’ll start by giving a little background on myself. I come from a low-middle class family. Neither of my parents or grandparents have been to college which makes me a first generation student. I major in business and minor in finance at the University of South Florida. The greatest concern at the moment are my medical bills because not only have some of them gone into collection affecting my credit, but they are due to hospital trips that were out of my control. Being a type 1 diabetic, I am insulin dependent and need it to survive. Anytime I eat I must give myself a shot to maintain a healthy blood sugar. Due to issues with my insurance company their miscommunication with my pharmacy, I have landed in the hospital more than twice within the same school year, one of those times being an extreme emergency that resulted in me going into cardiac arrest but thankfully being saved. This has added extreme stress for me as I have missed classes for being in the hospital and that has made it hard to catch up in my studies. School is already stressful enough as it is. Diabetes, insurance/pharmacy issues, tuition & living expenses on campus, and medical bills are just the beginning of my financial struggle and I am only 20 years old.

I do not receive any financial support or help from my father who is not in the picture and my mom currently lives paycheck to paycheck to support herself and my 10 year old sister up north so she does not have it to give. I am on a job hunt at the moment as I have just moved to a new area. I have a lot on my plate, but my main focus is to get my medical bills out the way and pay off my credit card so I can fix my credit asap! Next, is to start paying back my student loans because each semester it piles up and adds on and soon I will have to start paying them back.

Any amount is appreciated as it all adds up and I count each donation as a blessing no matter how small! I am doing this all on my own and have never been the type to ask for money, but I am becoming desperate as I watch my financial situation become worse. I appreciate you taking the time to read this post and I hope you could help me out.

Thanks in advance!

Paypal.me/juju218

My dad, Randy, has always been known as a man you can rely on. He is the most giving person to his family and community. He has been at every game, event and choir concert for my six brothers, sister and I no matter what. He volunteered during the Flint wanted crisis and so, so much more. 

On June 14th, my families world was completely turned upside down.

While on a business trip, my Dad was was walking across a street and was hit by a car. He sustained many serious injuries, including over 60 breaks/fractures to his right leg, multiple breaks in his left leg, breaks in his right wrist, right elbow, and a cracked rib. He has been through two surgeries with more to come.

I cannot even begin to describe the heartbreaking feeling I felt the first time I walked into the hospital room and saw the man with never ending positivity and strength so fragile and vulnerable, both physically and mentally.

He is finally back in Michigan being treating at a rehabilitation center and awaiting his other surgeries. We found out that the woman who hit him only had the minimal auto coverage and therefore we won’t be able to get and sort of settlement to help with medical bills and living expenses for the next 6 months to a year.

A gofundme page was started to to help with all the expenses, but I wanted to do something more since I have been feeling so helpless.

I want my dad to feel like he doesn’t have to worry about anything other than getting better and walking again.

I am begging from the bottom of my heart to help bring some positive to someone who has touched so many lives.

– A desperate daughter

https://paypal.me/ashmaticc

 

I am writing to share my request to help my family. I have been considered pre-existing condition with health insurance as has my daughter since she was born at 30 weeks with health issues and I had eclampsia 15 years ago. We have tried to be timely with our bills yet a serious  accident putting me out of work, loss of health insurance and emergency surgery almost devastated us. We found a little help via family and friends. More recently, I have started a new job with a great nonprofit. However our deductible is $4000 before being covered by said insurance. Our daughter recently had to have emergency hip surgery (7/5) and I paid $475 towards it yet with such a high deductible and with bad debt from previous medical situation, we can’t swing it and are asking for help.

https://www.paypal.me/AmeliaAtwill

 

I am a married pregnant mother of two. My husband and I have been trying so hard to provide the life our children are worthy of. We married at 19 and 22, went to college, and have good jobs at a public university. We volunteer, pay our taxes, and care for those in our communities. We have tried to do everything right. However, we are just not able to make ends meet. We have cut out everything that is not a necessity, we cannot stock our fridge and instead rely on school meals for our children. We’ve tried to get second jobs, but he is a Boiler Operator and works shifts, and I am a Recruiter and have to travel. We have no family nearby to help with babysitting or picking up and dropping off our kids at school.
Because of mistakes that we made in our early twenties (credit cards, loans, non-essentials like cable, etc.) and medical bills, we are around $10,000 in debt. That doesn’t include student loans, rent, groceries, diapers, electricity, water, etc.
Everything has interest fees and late fees that keep preventing us from catching up and just when we start to get a hold of things, something else happens, like me getting pregnant despite being on birth control and tracking fertility to avoid getting pregnant. Or having our wages garnished because of a past due bill.
The icing on the cake has come recently. The garnishment came at the exact same time I was hospitalized for pre-term labor. I have been on bed rest for the last four weeks and will be for the next four weeks. I am given FMLA through my job, but it is only paid for with the amount of paid time off I have. I am about to receive my last pay check for at least 2 months.
When we were in a better position – before our second child (who was also conceived while I was on birth control) – we would cook meals for college students who didn’t have family in the area, we would take them in for holidays where breaks were too short for them to travel out of state to be with family, and we did it out of the kindness of our hearts. We always knew that it could be us that needed help one day. We don’t like to ask for help, because there are so many people who will consider you “lazy” or “irresponsible” and many other things. However, we have to put our pride aside now for the sake of our children. They shouldn’t have to suffer because of our inability to provide as parents. $10,000 would at least take the weight of debt, late fees, and interest rates off of our backs and allow us to just focus on our monthly bills for our household until I am able to return to work. At some point in our lives, we will be able to pay it forward once again.

https://paypal.me/Charyte

So a few years ago my ex fiancé and I were trying everyday for a baby. It’s all we wanted out of life. Well one day it finally happened. That second line showed up and I couldn’t have been a happier mother-to-be. We started saving up, looking for a house to buy, I was applying for insurance to help with the baby because I wasn’t working at the time. Fast forward a month; I was sitting on the couch, cuddling my man, his hand on my belly, watching a movie…. *sharp pain* …. “Babe are you okay?” *pain intensifies and then dulls* “Yeah I think so. It’s common to still have period-like cramps this early on. That’s all it is.” So we continued our movie… *abdominal pain that felt like a hundred knives stabbing me* I start to cry. “Baby! I’ve never seen you react like this to cramps. Are you SURE you’re fine?!” *pain subsides slightly* “I promise. I’m fine. This is normal. I’ve had really bad cramps you just haven’t been around when I’ve had them.” I go to get up to use the restroom.. I can’t move. My ribs felt like they were breaking. I called my cousin to pick me up to go home because I didn’t feel good. I could barely walk to the car. I was in more pain than I’ve ever felt in my life. I’d just wait it out. Everything was fine. I’m in bed crying and crying because I physically cannot move without feeling like my organs were exploding and my ribs were cracking along with my spine. I yelled and screamed for my mom. She rushed me to the hospital. I knew now something had to be wrong with my baby. I was in more pain than I knew was possible. The ER nurses gave me pain medicine, nothing was working. I went in for a CT scan even though I told them I was pregnant. They didn’t care. They gave me more pain medicine. It finally started to kick in. 3 hours pass in the ER, waiting for my test results. Next thing I know the doctor is rushing in the room saying I need emergency surgery and it can’t wait. If I didn’t get into surgery I might not make it. I was rushed to the operating room and then I was counting down. 10… 9…. 8……. 7………… I was out. I woke in a room with my family sitting next to me. The doctor comes in and asks my family to leave the room. “You had an ovarian cyst rupture and cause a massive amount of internal bleeding. This was caused from a failed pregnancy. If you had waited any longer to come in to the ER I wouldn’t be talking to you right now.” I lost it. I couldn’t believe what he was saying. I had to tell my fiancé. He had to know our baby didn’t make it. I had to tell him. I’m trying and trying to get ahold of him. He’s not answering. I call his mom to see if she knows where he is and why he isn’t answering. “Oh he left with [female coworker]. He said she needed help with something. What’s going on, hun?” Fast forward another couple months; my fiancé broke things off with me because I found out I had PCOS and will have a hard time conceiving and I now am thousands of dollars in debt because of my emergency surgery and he “didn’t want that kind of stress” on him. I found out he was literally cheating on me as I was having emergency surgery to save my life. He never was going to help me through anything or even probably stay with me to take care of our baby had I had it. I am still currently $20k in debt. I’ve been working nonstop but have yet to be able to get the money to pay it all off. I need all the help I can get. Anything will help. Love you all, thanks in advance 🖤

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Hello. I am not requesting money for myself, but for my niece. My niece’s name is Wynter. She is a beautiful 13 year old that is very intelligent. Unfortunately she is going through a very tough time right now.

About 2 years ago she went through some trauma that has affected her mental health. My father, her grandfather passed away from stomach cancer. He was diagnosed in January and had passed by March. She was so close to her grandpa. Ever since she was little grandpa had watched her when needed, would go visit with her during summer vacation and was always there for anything she needed. This was a tremendous blow. Then a few months later her other grandpa had a stroke. Fortunately he survived this but has many health and mobility issues. This was a lot for an 11 year old kid.

She started having issues with anxiety and depression. She was seen by her doctor and was given a medication to help her with this. She also started counseling which helped. One problem is she is a perfectionist. She is an overachiever at school and needs to have straight A’s, her room has to be perfect and over all she just needs to be perfect.

About 6 months ago she started volleyball for the first time. They did a lot of conditioning for volleyball. She really started to like that part. When she wasn’t at volleyball she was exercising at home every day multiple times a day. She was always a healthy eater but she started just eating salads and fruit. Then is progressed were she wouldn’t use condiments on with her food and she started not eating as much. So with exercising and not eating enough her health was disintegrating. Her parents started bringing her to her primary doctor for help with this. After a few months it just wasn’t helping. So the doctor said that she needs to see an eating disorder doctor.

She was seen the next day. At this appointment her weight was 75 pounds, and her BMI was at 13. It was decided that the best care for her would be residential treatment for anorexia. She was admitted that day. At first the plan was she would be there for 7 to 10 days. The plan is now she needs to be there for 2 or 3 more weeks. This is the best way for her to get the help and tools she will need to beat this disease.

Now for the money part. My brother is a very hard worker and a wonderful dad to Wynter. Her mom also works hard, but she has colitis which causes her to miss work occasionally for infusion treatment. During this treatment time both of them have missed many days of work. My sister in law’s work has been letting her work remotely while she is at the treatment center and she has PTO hours to use. Unfortunately her dads work is much different. If he is not at work he is not getting paid. There are days he needs to be off for appointments with Wynter. He is a very involved father and will do anything for his little girl. Do to this there has been lost income to pay for normal bills. Plus the added expense of treatment costs. Even with insurance the out of pocket cost is quite significant. She will also need out-patient treatment after residential and anything else that is needed.

No matter what she will get the help she needs to get healthy again. It breaks my heart that she is going through this and it is tough on her parents. Anything can help the family with the financial strain that they are going through. Thank you for taking the time to read this.

If you would like to donate the my pal link is: paypalme/helpwynter

 

 

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Hey I’m Lin. It says I should tell you the actual story, so here I go.

 

I grew up in a poor family with a heavily abusive mother. I mean, she was abusive to all of us, but she mostly took out her anger on my dad and I. Eventually, my dad left.  After that, she was solely focusing her anger into me. I was already being bullied at school as a young gay kid, so I had nowhere to go and no one to protect me. I started cutting, I would have anxiety and panic attacks. As everyone does, I eventually moved away and moved closer to my dad in Texas. I worked and lived my life.  I tried to give my mother a second chance but that didn’t end well. I officially cut her out of my life October 2018 and I’m not looking back, but the scars are still there. Before that, i had landed a good job and moved in with my best friend in Austin, but I was still miserable and sick all of the time. Things just got worse and worse until February 2019, when I attempted to kill myself. I spent 10 days hospitalized for the attempt and when I got out, I found out my friend wanted to break out new lease and leave. This put us in a decent enough debt already, and I also had to quit my job and move in with my brother. I get calls and emails everyday about a shit ton of different debts I’m in. Im in the negatives in my bank account. I’m past due on credit bills and hospital bills and I’ve yet to be able to find a job. I feel like I’m already dead.

 

to cut it short, I just need help. I don’t know how this sounds to others but I know how it feels and I can’t breathe. Anything that you’re willing to spare would be so deeply appreciated you don’t even know. At one point, I even tried selling fetish porn and I hated myself for it. I just need help.

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