Sally's spinal fusion & fractured ankle! Help!

Hi, my name is Sally Champlin. I’ve worked on and off as an actor in Hollywood for years and am currently doing final rewrites on a book about children working with each other who come from dysfunctional families. The book is called TROUB'S ALLEY and it's nearly done. Nearly.

In late 2022, I had a second spinal fusion at Cedars Sinai that was a much bigger surgery than my first fusion, done seven years ago. (Altogether, four discs have disintegrated in my lower back.) The initial recuperation kept me bedridden for over four months in the middle of the hideous pandemic lockdown. I could not work but I did continue some writing from my bed. At the same time I had to pay a friend to sleep on my couch and be my caregiver throughout the initial months of recuperation as my medical insurance did not cover that care. I was on daily narcotics for unrelenting pain. I also had to pay for food deliveries. My credit cards quickly topped out. My savings were next to go. I was also facing my rent being jacked up to the point that it would become impossible to pay. I borrowed money from a dear friend to pay for a move, which put me into more debt, but at least it got me out. The day before I moved, there was a torrential rain, which rendered the stairs in the old building virtually impassible as each stair had retained pools of water that could not be seen within the stairs’ tacky 25-year-old astro-turf covering. The next day, moving day, I slipped on those drenched stairs and slid down six of them, fracturing my left ankle. Since I had no choice, I cinched up my high-tops and threw on my back brace. With two movers doing the heavy lifting, I moved for the next 8 hours on the fractured ankle. It was so swollen the next day, I couldn't get a shoe on. However, after finally getting into a cheaper, safer place to live, I spent six weeks in a cast on my ankle and another 3 weeks in an ugly boot, while staring at the moving boxes I couldn't safely unpack. I could barely write. At no time during that nightmare was I strong enough to work and now we’re in a strike so I still can’t work. I owe $18,000.00 in excessive debt. It’s crippling me financially. I have no savings left. Please help me pay this debt so I can finish the rewrites on TROUB'S ALLEY and finally get back on my feet? I'll send a pdf copy of the book to everyone who helps me get it finished.

Specifically, the money raised goes to pay down three credit cards that were maxed out while I was recuperating from the back surgery (6+ months), plus paying for an after-care caregiver that my medical insurance never covered. The money raised will also help pay my dear friend back for his loan so I could move out of that dangerous building. These debts are crippling now. Please help me?

Thank you for whatever you can give!

Sally Champlin