05-30-2018, 03:57 PM
Its May 30th, 2018….the day I realized that we are completely, utterly desperate. You see I have to somehow make you believe that your money/donation is going to make a difference in our lives. So how do I do that? How do I start to explain to you the hardship we have endured the last 8 years? How do I tell you that we have lost pretty much everything we have because of illness? How do I make our case seem more desperate than others do? The only thing I can do is try to explain what we have endured and hope that our story inspires you to help. Even if you do not want to help us maybe, you will research others and help them.
Picture it, Sicily 1947…..(lol sorry a little Golden Girls humor there!) Seriously, in 2010 little did we know that we would be in this desperate situation. I have worked three jobs since I have been 15, I am a worker, always have been until I got sick. I was raised on a poor farm but was always raised that if we could work, we can make it. Nobody told me what happens when you cannot work. I am sure you are asking yourself, why can’t she get disability or government programs? Trust me, I am trying but if you are under the age of 50, it is a minimum of 5-12 years to get disability approval. Government programs are not easy to get, if you are white, female and married. Yes, my husband works, but trying to make it on one income even living in a cardboard box is almost impossible. Yes, I have family but they struggle too. They have helped as much as they can….there is a limit.
So here it is, the nitty gritty of how we ended up here. I have suffered medical issues since 2010 and just went through my 34th abdominal surgery. Until 4 years ago, I worked two fulltime jobs. I was active in several charitable organizations and was dedicated to helping single individuals. We have only my husband’s income to survive on and a 10-year-old son to support. We have incurred $10,000 in back living bills. If we cannot come up with at least that amount, we will lose our home and will be unable to feed our son. We have no options left. We have struggled and struggled and have sold everything we possibly could. I am looking at another possible surgery in the upcoming month. Every time I go into surgery, there is a 50% chance I will not make it. I would like to spend the time that I can with my family and not have to spend it worrying how we are going to eat, or keep the power on, not to mention worrying about the struggle my husband will have after I am gone raising our son alone. Please help us fight to keep living. You can help make a difference in our lives, so that we can spend our remaining time together making memories. Thank you for taking the time to read this!
Picture it, Sicily 1947…..(lol sorry a little Golden Girls humor there!) Seriously, in 2010 little did we know that we would be in this desperate situation. I have worked three jobs since I have been 15, I am a worker, always have been until I got sick. I was raised on a poor farm but was always raised that if we could work, we can make it. Nobody told me what happens when you cannot work. I am sure you are asking yourself, why can’t she get disability or government programs? Trust me, I am trying but if you are under the age of 50, it is a minimum of 5-12 years to get disability approval. Government programs are not easy to get, if you are white, female and married. Yes, my husband works, but trying to make it on one income even living in a cardboard box is almost impossible. Yes, I have family but they struggle too. They have helped as much as they can….there is a limit.
So here it is, the nitty gritty of how we ended up here. I have suffered medical issues since 2010 and just went through my 34th abdominal surgery. Until 4 years ago, I worked two fulltime jobs. I was active in several charitable organizations and was dedicated to helping single individuals. We have only my husband’s income to survive on and a 10-year-old son to support. We have incurred $10,000 in back living bills. If we cannot come up with at least that amount, we will lose our home and will be unable to feed our son. We have no options left. We have struggled and struggled and have sold everything we possibly could. I am looking at another possible surgery in the upcoming month. Every time I go into surgery, there is a 50% chance I will not make it. I would like to spend the time that I can with my family and not have to spend it worrying how we are going to eat, or keep the power on, not to mention worrying about the struggle my husband will have after I am gone raising our son alone. Please help us fight to keep living. You can help make a difference in our lives, so that we can spend our remaining time together making memories. Thank you for taking the time to read this!