Eric's Guts Need Help!
Seven years ago, he had three, life-saving surgeries. Ninety percent of his colon was removed, and a J-pouch constructed.
Seven years ago, we were both employed and had heath insurance. Now, we're both unemployed and have none.
He needs another surgery. Technically, he should have had this over a year ago, but it wasn't urgent, and we couldn't afford it.
Now, it's urgent.
And after that's been taken care of, every other penny will go to Exeter Hospital to help others. It's sad that we're not the only people in this situation, and (obviously) taking care of my husband is my top priority. After that, though...we want to give back to the world that has shown us so much love and generosity (aaaaand, I'm crying again).
So, I showed him this. He saw that we'd already raised over $400.00, and the tears were for another reason.
I thought it would help a little, with friends of mine donating a few bucks here and there. I'm still drafting the letter to local businesses asking if they want to donate to the auction (more on that later). Arwen is coloring in the kitchen, Sam is reveling in the joy that is Saturday Morning Cartoons, and Eric is sleeping off another rough night. Lots of blood, little sleep.
It's been less than three days. My guess was that we'd have a couple of hundred dollars.
$2,500.00. That's half of what we need.
I am staring at the amounts that people have given, and I need a new word. Astounded, grateful, overwhelmed, blessed. What's the word for that? Do I need to make one up?
Gaswhelemed? Yuck. No. That sounds gross. Blestoundful? Better, I guess, still...sounds like "blister". Nah.*
People I haven't seen since college (11 years ago), people I haven't seen since high school (15 years ago) and one complete stranger have given far more than I would have expected or asked for. More than I prayed for. Close friends (whose professions I am aware of) have donated amounts that make me want to call them and day "Dude, are you sure?!" I need to tell them, tell you something, but I don't know what to say. The word for what I feel has not been written, and I am afraid I can't do these feelings justice.
Monday morning, Eric is going to call the hospital (I would, but I have a job interview!) He's going to tell them that we can put more than two grand into their account within three days, and ask if that's enough to schedule it. If they say no, we're probably going to ask his surgeon and PCP to call them and growl at them.
We are not as afraid now, and it's because of you. It's because of the people who shared and donated, the people who love us as family, like us a lot, think we're nice, or have absolutely no idea who we are, other than people who need help.
What a wonderful world.