JK needs help
I’m James Kendrick, freelance writer about mobile technology who’s fallen on hard times. It started earlier this year with the diagnosis of a serious heart condition that led to two months in the hospital. This has me in a wheelchair most of the time and resulted in a staggering amount of medical bills.
Recently the 5 1/2 year gig that has been my main source of support has ended, leaving me scrambling to line up other opportunities to cover my living expenses. This process is a long one, time that will require far longer than the few weeks I have until I am in a very bad position.
This is why I need your help. Donations to my cause will give me enough time to keep going and build up other freelance work to support myself. It will also help me deal with the staggering amount of medical bills I am dealing with (over $250,000).
I cannot survive without immediate help, and that’s what I am asking you for. Any donation (however small) will help me to keep going and get back on my feet. Your kindness can help get me through this dire situation, and will be much appreciated.
That’s what I need, help to give me time to pick myself up and carry on. As someone who has “paid it forward” my whole life, any donations over what will help me do that will certainly be paid forward to those in the community who also need it.
If you can donate and help me in need, your kindness will make such a big deal to me. If you can share my story and cry for help it will also be appreciated. Let your contacts on Facebook, Twitter, Google+, and anywhere else on social media know.
You are my friends and I need you. Thank you for your support.
Several weeks ago I boarded a bus (with help from the staff) for a 30-hour trip up north. It was the first of three buses I would need for the long trip. For a number of reasons I couldn't bring the motorized wheelchair so it was a long trip and my legs weren't working very well.
The destination was my daughter's house in South Dakota, who is taking me in. At the end of the long bus ride came a 45-minute car ride to her house.
The first thing apparent about her house is that it really wasn't accessible to me. I required a lot of help to get inside, which included a fall.
Once there I was restricted to a 10 x 10 feet portion of the living room as I cculdn't get elsewhere without a lot of help if at all. Fortunately, the sofa I am sleeping on is in this small space.
The day after I arrived found me struggling with severe shortness of breath, no doubt due to an edema flare up. A one-hour ambulance ride and I was admitted to the hospital. Three weeks later and I am still here, although I'm told I will be soon released to a nearby nursing home. Social services and my daughter and I agree that her home is not appropriate for me so this is likely a temporary move for me.
I'm not sure where I'll end up and I sure miss my life back in Houston. Thankfully I have my new state working hard to find me a place to live.
That's what is going on with me today. I have just about run out of funds so any donation will be a huge help for me. Thank you so much.
I need your help, My heart condition is not getting better It doesn't help when the doctors tell me that people tend to die within 5 years after diagnosis. On top of that my financial situation is about as bad as it can be.
Since it's election time it's like this: all my life I put away to provide for rough times like one side tells us to do, but life stepped in and took it all away as the other side tells us might happen. It doesn't matter to me what happens in the election, it's too late to matter.
Our leaders will not help me before it's too late. That's why I am reaching out to you. My only chance is if your big hearts can help. This is an opportunity where your donation will have a direct impact on my life. Anything will help me and my dire situation. Even if all you can do is share this to spread knowledge of my plight far and wide it will make a difference.
I'm tired of wondering about things like where I'd plug in my wheelchair if I'm living on the streets.
Most involved in the big move have no idea of the obstacles I face. I can't walk much on my own and falling is a big concern of mine. Just last year a simple fall resulted in a severely broken arm and 3-week hospital stay, so it's not an idle fear.
Sitting in regular chairs scares me, at least the ability to get out of them. It's happened too many times for me not to worry.
That's especially true of toilets. I've outfitted the one in my apartment to work for me but that's staying behind. It's not an idle fear, I've had two strangers lift me up while on toilets in the past. Yes, perfect strangers. This is what I face moving up north.
I also worry about buying food. That's a scary place to be and I worry constantly about it and the other things. I have never been so terrified in my life.
You can help with the financial worries with a contribution. As much as you can give will help me get up north and situated once in S. Dakota, Please give what you can and tell your friends to help. I need you in this trying time.
The swelling in my legs is back with a vengeance and I am struggling to get it under control. Imagine if your legs were suddenly four times bigger than they were last week. That's my world. The swelling makes my legs hurt most days. Either they ache constantly, keeping me popping Ibuprofen, or they don't hurt at all. I call the latter "good leg days".
Please give as much as you comfortably can, knowing your generosity will make a marked difference in my life. Tell all your friends, too, to bring this to as many people as possible.
I really need your help, and thank you for it from the bottom of my heart.
As harsh as this is I am approaching it in the manner I've lived my entire life. I see each new day as a gift to be cherished. If you see me on the street in my wheelchair, chances are I'll have a smile on my face. I enjoy seeing my friends and family as it could be far different.
This insidious disease keeps finding new ways to try to get me down. My damaged heart keeps producing a vast amount of fluid that my body retains. This is especially bad as the fluid in my lungs makes it hard to breath, one of the ways CHF kills those afflicted. Dropping dead from a massive heart attack is another way it kills.
So the doctors keep adjusting the meds and dosages to delay the inevitable as long as possible. Those doctors who are completely honest with me admit that's what they are doing.
As dire as this is I'm approaching this with the same gusto as I've always approached life. I can't change the situation so I'm glad for the time I have left.
That's where your help can make a big impact. I want to go out on my own terms, in the home I've lived in for years, and continuing the care from my doctors. I no longer have insurance so the care is more expensive than I can afford. I need to continue to pay for rent and other living expenses, too, to go out on my terms..
Your contribution can make that happen. When this demon disease takes me, let it happen in the home I love surrounded by family and friends in my home, and not on the streets. You can ensure that and I appreciate it.
Don't feel sorry for me as I don't. Know that your help can make things easier for me, a great thing. I will love you for your help.
Hi! Thanks for your long and hard fighting days, I cant even imagine what you are going through right now. But for medical purpose I would recommend consulting doctors from Singapore or malaysia . God bless you.