My husband, Johnny was taken ill in France in the middle of December 2015- a blockage of his intestines, he was admitted to a hospital in the Ariege region near Foix,the hospital known as Chiva. The surgeon told us it was a relatively simple operation to by pass the blockage. Johnny had eaten almost nothing for 2 weeks prior to this, just water and some liquid food, he’d been sick a few times but he was unable to pass any food through his bowel . He was a little weak but in reasonably good spirits considering and not in too much pain. We agreed I would go back to England for 2 weeks as I had arranged to see my daughters.( we were both living in France at the time, it was our only home although we were not registered as such) and return to collect him when he was recovering. I kept in touch with the hospital, the operation went well and although Johnny sounded weaker on the phone and worse in some respects I was told by the medical staff he was recovering, I have to say I didn’t realize at the time the recovery period for that kind of surgery was long at the best. I arrived back at the hospital on the 2nd of January and was deeply shocked by his condition, he was clearly suffering. The nursing staff were odd and reluctant to help us. Johnny said “Just get me out of here and I’ll be OK” I surmised they had found him a difficult patient- who isn’t when they are in pain?- and there was a communication problem. Anyway we got back to the house, about an hours drive and I helped Johnny into bed, he seemed very ill to me. The next day he was worse if anything, not eating, not drinking and i called the local Doctor. I felt he was more worried than he cared to admit and he arranged for a nurse to come twice a day and for Johnny to have a glucose drip and water. We had a terrible 5 days, he seemed to get worse and worse, one time the nurse missed his vein and his arm was like a balloon in the morning.Then I realized he was really losing it mentally, didn’t remember anything or where he was. By this time he had lost easily 10-12 kilos in weight. I called the Doctor again and agreed with him he should go straight back into hospital, which is what happened. He stayed in the hospital for 3 months, nearly died, had multiple infections in different organs, had suffered permanent brain damage and by the time he was eventually able to leave he couldn’t walk. I was told the brain damage was due to a complete lack of thiamine, B1 andB6, because he had always been a drinker, beer not spirits and because he hadn’t really eaten prior to the surgery for 2 weeks.As i understand it now, if his lack of thiamine had been realized when he was first admitted, the brain damage could have been avoided- I did tell them he drank a lot. It’s fair to say he wasn’t looking after himself in that respect, however he had been loosing his sight for a long time which had recently got much worse and to some extent the drinking was his way of coping with that.He would never listen to reason in regard to his alcohol consumption , in truth you can’t make someone stop drinking, it has to be their decision. He eventually came home in March 2016 but clearly needing some long term nursing care or convalescence. We arrived back in England towards the end of March, staying with my daughter and her partner in Ringwood ,Hampshire. We both registered at the local medical center and within 10 days Johnny was admitted to a local care home, Abbey Rose. By this time he was walking with difficulty using a walking frame. If you have convalescence care following a hospital stay in the UK, 6 weeks is paid for by the NHS, but because it had been in France and he had been out of hospital for 2 weeks I was told we had to pay. Initially this was £850 a month but after about 6 weeks we had to pay another £650 a month because it was a private home and it didn’t seem fair on Johnny to move him to a council run home because he was beginning to recover well, physically at least- the brain damage was permanent. So the monthly payments used up all his teachers pension and his state pension. Which left me under £500 a month to live on with my own state pension. ( I do still work as a mosaic artist, but at the time I didn’t feel able to organise an exhibition and even then had no guarantee of selling anything, I’ve only been working as an artist in my own right for 10 years and have no pedigree in that respect). So in order to manage I kept some money back for myself, assuming Johnny would be well enough to come home by the end of the year, I thought we would be able to pay off the deficit when he left. Also at this time I was trying to pay off some excess medical bills from France, although the NHS picked up the main bill for the hospital, which must have been huge, the excess bills were about 4000 euros if added altogether- most of these I have now paid, there is about 550 euros left which I pay when I can and so far no one is getting heavy about it. I felt Johnny was well enough to leave the care home by January 2017 and that I would be able to cope, even though adult social services had misgivings about it at the time. Also I wanted to clear all the outstanding charges which had mounted up by this time, so maybe because of that there was a little self delusion on my part in thinking I would be able to manage looking after Johnny. I looked after him for 3 months, i knew if i carried on i would become ill myself. his short term memory is now limited and erratic. sometimes he thinks he is still a young man and registers such genuine surprise when I tell him he is actually 72, and then I think he wonders where his life went.He is on an anti-psychotic drug because he sometimes becomes very afraid and paranoid. he walks Ok now but he is very stiff in his movements and he has night time incontinence. He was a very charismatic man and very funny with a savage quick wit, which still surfaces sometimes, I can still have an intellectual conversation with him and he has some amazing elaborate fantasy’s which can be intriguing. He was a teacher in south London of technology, art and design, when we first met in 1999 his classroom tales would have me on the floor in hysterical spasms of laughter. He is in care again now, Bickerly Green in Ringwood Hampshire, it’s not perfect by any means, he is a lot younger than most of the residents, but the staff really like him and take good care of him and try and make sure all his needs and wants are met on a personal level. When I am there we spend long days together, but it is often very difficult at the end of the day when I take him back to the home- the emotional pain is gut wrenching- for both of us. So the reason I am writing all this is because financially i am just about coping- or i was, but the demand from Kevin, the owner of Abbey Rose for the full final payment is just beyond me at the moment- the bank will not lend it to me and I can’t really stop the payments to Bickerly Green (Hampshire Council) because there is still a back log of £2000 to be paid there. So the bill in question is £2076,15 of which I have paid £300 in monthly installments. I am asking for the difference,£1776, to who ever is reading this, thanks for listening, Patty & Johnny
I’m sure you’ve heard the story hundreds of times. At first, the couple is madly in love, obsessed with each other, planning their lives together …Then something happens. They get married and he stops hiding his gambling addiction. He starts drinking daily. He drains their savings on these addictions, applies for credit cards in her name, maxes them out, and when she gets mad about it …He leaves marks in places no one will see.
My husband is a government employee, of the high-ranking law enforcement capacity. I have been isolated by him and his comrades. The charges I attempted to file in a neighbouring county were invalid because that’s not where we live. He tells people I’m a drunk and I’m starved for attention, harming myself (and causing a miscarriage) because I need someone to talk to. My credit has been ruined, while his remains impeccable. I don’t know how we got here, or how I didn’t see this coming, but I’m desperate to get out.
Part of me wants to make a run for it and just live on the street, as that would be better than what I endure at home, but rebuilding your financial life these days is so hard. If I leave now and abandon my financial responsibilities, they’ll just come back to haunt me later, and make my life more difficult.
So.. I’m not just looking for money to get me out of here.. I’m looking for assistance to put back together what he ruined, as well as help to pay off the surgery to repair a left tib/fib break he caused. Insurance only covers so much.
I want out. I want to start over. I want to start a new life without his garbage hanging over my head. I’m not the type of girl to stay “because I love him”. I most certainly will never come back to him.
Please help me get out and start over.
Hello, I was born with sturge weber syndrome. I have to take medication twice a day every day just to control my seizures. As a result of this condition and because the birth mark covers half of my face that side of my face and my lip is swollen I also have glaucoma in the eye on that side of my face. I have already done 5 surgeries on my eye to save the vision and every time i had to travel to get them done and the surgeries are really expensive and mentally draining and 2 of those surgeries were emergency surgeries where i had to been flown out immediately to get the surgery done or I could have lost my eye.
I currently don’t work any where and finding a suitable job is really hard much less to get a job in the first place. All of the financial strain to get the different medications for my seizures, glaucoma and all my doctor bills are on my parent who have a hard time getting the money especially for the overseas doctor visits and surgeries.
There are few things i can do without putting myself in any risk but one thing i like is watching football on TV and my favorite team is Barcelona and my favorite players are Messi and Suarez i would really love to get an authentic jersey for them but i can’t afford it and football shirts are not cheap to get the custom player shirts are almost $200 US.
I could of easily asked for help to pay for my doctor visits which would easily reach over $500 US just for a single visit but i just want a simple item that would bring some joy to me something to make me happy and i would really appreciate it if i can get some help to get at least one of the shirts, getting the two would be really awesome but i would be satisfied with one.
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This story starts eight years ago, when I became pregnant for first time. After five years of marriage, my husband and I were very excited – our first baby!
During the first doctor’s appointment something wasn’t right. After many tests, I was diagnosed with an aggressive form of uterine cancer. I had emergency surgery the next day but we decided to wait on chemotherapy until after the birth. We scheduled the C-section for August 15, 2008. Everything went well and our beautiful, perfect Kristina Isabella joined us! But a few days later, I developed a deep vein thrombosis that put me in coma for 5 months. Six months of therapy to recover movement and strength followed. I basically missed the first year of my daughter’s life. But I was thankful to be alive!
It was too risky to have any more children but four years later, we received the shocking news that I was pregnant again. Thankfully, my doctors took great care of me. I was seen weekly and received blood thinner shots daily during the pregnancy.
On April 25, 2012 our miracle, Daniel, entered the world!!!
Life was good in the midst of many changes – new jobs, new house, two small children. What a blessing – our happy little family.
On September 21, 2016, I picked Daniel up from school. I immediately noticed he was struggling to walk. I thought he was just tired, but when we got home, he couldn’t walk from the car to our house. That was extremely weird since he is usually full of energy and can’t wait to get home to play with his sister and his toys. I carried him to the bath tub, hoping that would help. It didn’t. He began screaming and crying that his legs were burning. We hurried to the emergency room. After much testing, he was diagnosed with Guillain-Barre syndrome.
Guillain-Barré syndrome (GBS) is a disorder in which the body’s immune system attacks part of the peripheral nervous system. The first symptoms of this disorder include varying degrees of weakness or tingling sensations in the legs. In many instances the symmetrical weakness and abnormal sensations spread to the arms and upper body. These symptoms can increase in intensity until certain muscles cannot be used at all and, when severe, the person is almost totally paralyzed. In these cases the disorder is life threatening – potentially interfering with breathing and, at times, with blood pressure or heart rate – and is considered a medical emergency.
On September 22, 2016, he was admitted at Dallas Children’s Hospital. The treatment started immediately. It was difficult for me to watch him suffer. For many days, he was disoriented, confused and couldn’t respond to simple questions, as well as in a lot of pain.
That same night my husband ended up at Plano Children’s hospital with our daughter Kristina, who was diagnosed with appendicitis. Two kids, two different hospitals and two devastated, exhausted parents consumed with worry and the anguish of seeing our children suffer.
Fortunately, my husband insisted on a deeper examination of Kristina, and it turned out she did not have appendicitis. Daniel’s treatment began to work and a few days later he was running around again, eating chocolate cake from the hospital cafeteria and madly in love with his sweet nurses. We were released from the hospital and headed home for the slow recovery. For 6 months, Daniel didn’t have control of his bowels. Needless to say that was a great challenge for us, his school and our church. They offered immense support and now, almost a year later, Daniel is fine! He has been released from follow up with the Neurology department at Children’s and we are incredibly grateful for their help, knowledge and kindness.
We have worked hard to pay our medical bills, but there are a few remaining that we have not been able to cover. We have no savings left and some days, we do not have enough money to cover our basic need of food, gas, etc. Even with both of us working full-time (my husband as a teacher, I am a graphic designer at a church), things look very bleak. We just need some help to get these bills covered. Some have gone to collections at this point.
We want to do the honorable thing and pay these bills. Thank you for reading our story and thank you for considering helping us during this difficult time. We are so thankful for caring and loving people like you!
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My name is Michelle and I am a single mother of 6 wonderful children. 8 years ago I was severely obese and I could not do any activity with my children so I consalted my doctor for help and they referred me to a barriactric clinic where I was approved for gastric bypass I was so happy to finally be able to do activity with my children cause I was going to lose all the weight that was holding me down in 2008 I had the weight lose procedure done and I went through alot of painful side affects with eating and I became really I’ll I could not take care if my children but thanks to god as the weight came of and years passed I slowly became better. I went from 398 pounds to 160 pounds in no time and I was grateful to be able to function better and so where my children but after a short time I started getting really bad rashes under all areas of my body due to the massive amounts of extra skin so once again I consulted my doctor for help but this time I was told there’s nothing they can do to apply zinc to the rashes areas after I was turned down to have all the massive amounts of skin removed I became severely depressed and stopped interacting with my children or the out side world I became house bound because I am so emotionally messed up because I was finally healthy but now I carry around skin like I’m an 80yr old women with severe rashes so I’ve become severely depressed and feel like I no longer need to live and my children had to go and live with my family due to the depression I’m dealing with cause I can’t bare to go anywhere or even try dating again I feel like my life is over when I thought it was the beggining to a better one now I’m stuck with thoughts of why am I still alive no one will ever love me again I’m a disgusting looking women I don’t even wanna live anymore so if anyone is out there who hears my cry for help I just need to have a fully body lift and my life might still have meaning someone please help me.
Proud father and husband finally willing to ask for help. My story starts 13 years ago when our son was diagnosed with juvenile diabetes. My wife was forced to quit her job to take care of our son. No help was available to us from family or friends. I worked a full time job and my wife was finally able to find some part time work while our son was at school. My medical insurance paid a lot but prescription prices and deductibles were high. I resorted to credit cards to fill in the gaps. A year ago my employer quit covering spouses on medical insurance so we had to get separate insurance for my wife. Seven months ago my wife was hospitalized and diagnosed with type 2 diabetes. This new medical concern has added even more financial hardship to our family and has caused more reliance on credit cards just to put food on the table. Most recently our family’s hardship has taken another big hit when the company I work for cut back on any overtime. I am now at the point where I am drowning in debt and am looking for a life line. Any help that you can give would be greatly appreciated. We are a very loving and proud family of 4 that seems to be hit with a case of very bad luck.