Resilience in Crisis: I will continue to have faith and hope
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I never thought I'd be in a position where I had to ask for help. Life took an unexpected turn on April 30, 2022, when I was involved in a traumatic accident that crushed my facial bones. What followed was 18 months of reconstruction surgeries, depleting my financial resources. As if that wasn't enough, severe malnutrition resulting from the ordeal exacerbated my existing condition of aplastic anemia, leading to neuropathy in my hands and feet, complicating simple tasks. By August 2023, I was put on mandatory unpaid medical leave, plunging me into a deep depression.
Chronic viral thrush, a consequence of the trauma, has made eating a daily struggle, akin to enduring a chemical burn. Every meal feels like torture. Currently, I'm juggling appointments with nine specialists, and amidst the chaos, a new challenge emerged—uterine cancer. While it's in its early stages, surgery is delayed until my blood levels stabilize. Meanwhile, I undergo IV infusions every few months to boost my levels.
I've always been a hard worker, but being unable to work left me adrift. My spouse couldn't cope with the implications and left, compounding my emotional turmoil. Art became my solace, keeping my hands busy and my mind occupied. Yet, I've transformed from a vibrant, social person into a recluse.
Now, I'm faced with the imminent threat of losing my home and vehicle. Though I've applied for short-term disability with an attorney's help, the process takes time. My granddaughter is my anchor, my reason to keep fighting. I can't disappoint her.
I'm not ready to give up. I'm exploring avenues to regain my independence, including starting an online business. But the journey is slow, hindered by frequent hospital visits and doctor appointments. I'm reaching out, not out of pride, but out of necessity. Any assistance to save what I can would be a lifeline. Thank you for taking the time to hear my story. |
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