Hello, asking for help has never been easy, but I have no choice due to my financial circumstances. My name is Edwin Francisco. Since my teens, I have struggled with a severe skin disorder known as Acne vulgaris. Overnight, my skin became inflamed. The acne was doing its intended damage, disfiguring my face and causing deep psychological trauma. I tried everything I could. I washed my face more often, tried different face wash solutions, changed my diet (no chocolate or pizza), and worked out more at the gym. But the impact of the unsightly acne was so humiliating that I seldom stepped out of my house unless I was in a car. Attending school was another battle I never won. I needed to be strong and fearless, but I was as gentle as a lamb heading to the slaughter.
As the acne intensified, robbing me of my self-esteem and self-love. My personality changed from a nice guy to an unbearable, negative one. I hated who I had become. I was so negative that no one wanted to hang out with me. My social life took a nosedive. Alone, lonely, and ignored, I remained isolated, doing the absolute minimum and running home after class. I was timid and self-conscious, which prevented me from making friends, going on dates, attending social gatherings, weddings, birthday parties, or holiday celebrations. I was just too embarrassed and ashamed. I felt people would ridicule me. I don’t remember when I had clear skin when I think about that time. It’s been a challenging ordeal growing up. Going to school was difficult enough. Imagine having to step into a classroom for the first time, all those eyes transfixed on you, and from the back of the room, you see some of the kids pointing and laughing. I hated myself, I hated all those kids, I especially hated my condition. I took my assigned seat and noticed the kids closest to me started moving their seats away from mine as if I had a communicable disease or something. At that moment, I wanted a hole to open and swallow me up where I stood.
I dealt with my situation as best I could. I scheduled appointments with specialists, hoping for good news. It never came. The dermatologists kept telling me to be patient; I would grow out of it. Unfortunately, I never did.
I was tired of being patient and being the source of mean and hateful jokes. Finally, one of the specialists submitted a script for tetracycline to my pharmacist to control the outbreaks in the hopes we could start a skin regimen that would prevent my skin from creating the puss-filled pimples that plagued my entire face and neck. This condition has held me back from enjoying my life. It impeded me from reaching my full potential socially, educationally, and personally. It devastated and controlled every aspect of my life. I was bullied in school daily, picked on by the kids who nicknamed me “Pizza Face.” I was tormented, laughed at, and humiliated. I felt defeated, with no end in sight.
One of my doctors recommended a dermabrasion, the process by which they would use a metal brush rotating at high speed to scrape off the surface of my skin. I agreed. I just wanted to be normal like every other kid for once. But I didn’t know what the next few months would entail. My face was like a badly scraped knee. It began scabbing over, tightening up, and dripping. I remained hopeful for a good outcome. There was minimal improvement, which set me off on a downward spiral of depression and suicidal ideation.
But through it all, I managed to persevere. I found the strength within to ignore the negativity and continue my search. My pock-marked face, a constant reminder, prevented me from giving up. I know everyone suffers from acne in one form or another, but all I ever wanted was to be normal like everyone else.
Armored with some good advice from friends coupled with intense therapy, I assimilated as I could into society. But my inner voice kept telling me there were options out there. All I had to do was find them.
While searching the web, I found an article stating that Micro-needling is the procedure of choice for skin rejuvenation and scar correction. The Epi Center Med Spa of San Francisco is the first of its kind in the nation. Since 1998, they have offered skin rejuvenation and renewal utilizing the latest skincare techniques for scar correction and anti-aging—finally, a glimmer of hope.
However, the lack of funds stands in the way of my treatment and future happiness. I spent a small fortune on specialists and mediocre procedures throughout the years. Now, I am on a fixed income. My current budget prohibits me from spending money on these expenses. I tried getting a loan to pay for the treatments, but that failed. Determined, I decided to submit my story to your organization, hoping to touch some benevolent soul who understands my situation and is willing to help me with the financial resources required for my treatment. I recently went for an evaluation and was told the cost of the treatment would be $5,000.
If I had the means, I wouldn’t be here. But as luck would have it, I am in need. I would love to see what my future would be like after the treatment is complete.
I need this opportunity to better myself and improve my future life. Would you help? Thank You for your consideration.
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