Insurance Deductible~~ Saving Trevor
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We know it truly takes a village to raise children~~ We are reaching out with the hope of saving one or our own! Trevor needs intensive counsling and Rehab to beat this. He is willing to go and wants the help. The families problem is paying the out of pocket fees.
We are hoping to help Carol Prince Powel with the out of pocket expense of sending her son Trevor to Drug Rehabilitation.
No amount is too small.... feel free to donate annoymously!
Please be assured the money will be paid directly to the Hospital and would be donated to a charity that supports families if he doesn't go.
Destin Recovery Center - The fees listed are the out of pocket amount needed and they don't include travel expenses.
The Facility is subject to change based on Dr. Recommendation and availablity.
*Destin Florida
*30-90 day
*12 Step Program
* $8000 for 30 days
* $18,000 for 60 days
* $28,000 for 90 days
A few words from Trevor's mom Carol~~ she was worried it was too long....too raw~~ Her words are raw, unedited and reflect her pain
No amount is too small.... feel free to donate annoymously!
Please be assured the money will be paid directly to the Hospital and would be donated to a charity that supports families if he doesn't go.
Destin Recovery Center - The fees listed are the out of pocket amount needed and they don't include travel expenses.
The Facility is subject to change based on Dr. Recommendation and availablity.
*Destin Florida
*30-90 day
*12 Step Program
* $8000 for 30 days
* $18,000 for 60 days
* $28,000 for 90 days
A few words from Trevor's mom Carol~~ she was worried it was too long....too raw~~ Her words are raw, unedited and reflect her pain
From Carol
It is no secret in our community what my once handsome and popular son has become. He has lost all of his childhood friends, his car, his job and his soul. I knew the tragedy my mother's sudden death would destroy him but I was not prepared for the fight against drug addiction. It started with a physician giving him Xanax to help him sleep. I did not realize how out of control and depressed he was over her death until the night he took many xanax and fell asleep behind the wheel only minutes after leaving our driveway. He walked away unhurt despite crossing oncoming traffic, taking out 60 ft of a fence and waking up literally 12 inches from a telephone pole. A few months later he was introduced to a pain killer used for cancer patients called Opana. Our lives changed forever. My future marine biologist became a full blown addict stealing from his own mother to keep supporting his habit. After one failed attempt at rehab (was not a 12-step) and about a year of making a career out of being an addict Trevor sent me this text "I am so tired mom. I need a new life. Please help me I can't live this way anymore." Within 24 hours I found one of the top detox programs in the US at the Vanderbilt Psychiatric Hospital but there was only outpatient rehabilitation. Due to financing we took what we could get. While he was in detox his mind got clear, he started getting strong and confident and I started getting hope. In March he completed the detox and began the outpatient program. Unfortunately as deep into this disease as he is outpatient is not enough.
On Tuesday April 30th I got a call from the local hospital that Trevor was being observed due to the amount of meds he had in his body. I was mad and hurt, full of mixed emotions. I told the nurse to let him know he doesn't have a home or even a mother anymore until he really changes his life. A few hours later I got a call that he was being transferred to CCU and they feared he would stop breathing because he had taken an $800 cocktail of pills in a 24 hour period and they were afraid he would stop breathing. By the grace of God he is with us still!
Trevor has two little brothers who are scared they will lose their brother if he doesn't get the help he needs. I have never been so scared of anything. I have had to prepare myself that I may be burying my son in the near future if he does not get the proper help. I am scared because we don't have the finances to get the help he needs.
Opana is as deadly as heroin. I don't want to bury my son. My younger boys want to see their big brother well. His life is worth fighting for!!
It is no secret in our community what my once handsome and popular son has become. He has lost all of his childhood friends, his car, his job and his soul. I knew the tragedy my mother's sudden death would destroy him but I was not prepared for the fight against drug addiction. It started with a physician giving him Xanax to help him sleep. I did not realize how out of control and depressed he was over her death until the night he took many xanax and fell asleep behind the wheel only minutes after leaving our driveway. He walked away unhurt despite crossing oncoming traffic, taking out 60 ft of a fence and waking up literally 12 inches from a telephone pole. A few months later he was introduced to a pain killer used for cancer patients called Opana. Our lives changed forever. My future marine biologist became a full blown addict stealing from his own mother to keep supporting his habit. After one failed attempt at rehab (was not a 12-step) and about a year of making a career out of being an addict Trevor sent me this text "I am so tired mom. I need a new life. Please help me I can't live this way anymore." Within 24 hours I found one of the top detox programs in the US at the Vanderbilt Psychiatric Hospital but there was only outpatient rehabilitation. Due to financing we took what we could get. While he was in detox his mind got clear, he started getting strong and confident and I started getting hope. In March he completed the detox and began the outpatient program. Unfortunately as deep into this disease as he is outpatient is not enough.
On Tuesday April 30th I got a call from the local hospital that Trevor was being observed due to the amount of meds he had in his body. I was mad and hurt, full of mixed emotions. I told the nurse to let him know he doesn't have a home or even a mother anymore until he really changes his life. A few hours later I got a call that he was being transferred to CCU and they feared he would stop breathing because he had taken an $800 cocktail of pills in a 24 hour period and they were afraid he would stop breathing. By the grace of God he is with us still!
Trevor has two little brothers who are scared they will lose their brother if he doesn't get the help he needs. I have never been so scared of anything. I have had to prepare myself that I may be burying my son in the near future if he does not get the proper help. I am scared because we don't have the finances to get the help he needs.
Opana is as deadly as heroin. I don't want to bury my son. My younger boys want to see their big brother well. His life is worth fighting for!!
Organizer
Brenda Barta
Organizer
Huntington Beach, CA
