Fae's Getting On His Feet

Hello!

My name is Devin Ramsey (Faye) and what used to be here was a plea for aide in assitance for travel after my health had failed (And than recovered.)

Early 2016 I was given a terminal diagnoses with six months to live, a liver failure pushing the toxins in my body past a point where my primary health team believed I would pass away sometime in upcoming year.  Given a six month time frame and told that it would be wise to get my life together, I scrambled to square away anything and everything concerning my end of life. 

Fast forward a few months and I had a plan to travel to meet online friends, to make the last of my life something special. The trip was long, everything went wrong, but eventually I made it safely from my Original destination of CO to the lovely city of Oneida NY. Friends that direction took care of me, I made the most of what I expected to be my last few weeks, and soon I was travelling back to CO to eventually pass and make the funeral process easier for my best friend.

The thing about life and death in my situation is, that neither really wants to agree with the other, and having my last check in with my doc revealed that my liver was a fighting bastard and it had gone into one hell of a fit to make itself better. (Thank you liver!)  Planning for death was months of work, everything I had to my name given up and I was left with the clothes on my back and some in a bag.

Hearing that I'd be a live a little longer, the same support from out in NY let me know I was welcome in Tulsa OK (where he would be going to college) and a swift approximate nine months of vegitation began. Unfortunately, what was supposed to be a resting period followed by health care turned into being denied coverage and no place willing to hire me on with poor health.  Those nine months were rest, though not the kind with proper healing.

Which ultimately leads to where I am now:

Whether by coincidence or providence, my liver has fought and tried to heal, my health getting marginally better, and I am now in a boat where I have the chance to try to live, rather than just survive or die. 

Frankly, the past year and a half has been incredibly surreal, everything blurring together in one giant mess of memories, the phrase Shlimazel "A chronically unlucky person" coming to mind more often than not.

So, I'm reaching out for help, utilizing the same account I had back when the trip was in affect, the same account for travel to Tulsa when funding was needed and now, using it once more now that I am again back in Colorado, once more trying to figure out my health to plan my being stable and healthy and maybe, just maybe finally getting into a place where boring days are possible.

In order of importance, here is where donations are going: 

1. Rent (I'm currently sleeping in a jungle gym in a playground down the road from where I snipe wifi. Winter is coming and I would rather know I'm safe.) 
2. Food, Local and intercity travel costs
3. Doctors bills, Prescriptions, Specialist Visits
4. Phone for contact with doctor and potential employment
 

I'll be honest when I admit that this isn't the easiest thing in the world for me to do, but I'm far too stubborn to let my pride get in the way of my safety and well being.

Thanks for your kindness!

Devin