On August 30, 2017 my world came crashing down. I received a phone call from my mother that my son was being rushed to the Medical Center of the Rockies because he had stopped breathing after he choked on his own vomit. My son Brantley is 21 months old and the light of my life and you can only imagine how terrified I am. We were air lifted to Children's Hospital in Denver to be seen and taken care of. The staff has been a wonderful support for my son and I. Currently, our most recent update is that Brantley has a brain injury. Due to not breathing, the cells in his brain became damaged but we do not know to what extent. Brantley is currently experiencing seizures but has stable vital readings, they just wish them to be a bit higher. So I guess I should get to the point. I care for Brantley all myself financially. I lost my job the same day my son almost died. I do not have a vehicle and I have no money while I am here in Denver. The staff has warned me that I may be here for quite sometime. If you know me personally, you know I don't like asking for handouts or help. I actually tend to always help others before myself. Now, I have no choice. I need help with this tough time. Bills still need to be paid and medical expenses are going to go through the roof. I need to be able to eat and not stress more than I already am. If you can donate, thank you, if you can't, please share. Please pray. Please send positive thoughts. Please help Brantley and I at this difficult time. Thank you all so much and I will post updates as much as possible.