My story isn't a short one.  Many people say that I'm a living miracle.  Without God, friends, family, mentors, chaplains, doctors, nurses and others from the medical staff, I wouldn't be here.  January 14, 2014 my spleen ruptured while I was alone in my house.  I lost so much blood in such a quick time that I could not stand up or I would pass out.  Having to stand in order to grab my phone, passing out is what I did.  Somewhere between 2 and 3 hours later, I woke up.  I don't know how, but I did.  My phone was laying on the floor, arms reach away.  An ambulance arrived, but by the time I arrived at the hospital, I would lose conciousness.  my Mom says I was awake, but I don't remember a thing.  I believe that to be a good thing.  For the next two weeks, I would fight physically and mentally for my life.  I would be resucitated back to life several times and I would be placed in a medical coma.  I would be diagnosed with mono virus, DIC, asperation pnemonia and after given heparin to reduce the severe blood clotting from the DIC, I would develop Heparin Induced Thrombocytopenia (much worse blood cloting).  All of my organs would fail except for my heart and my brain.  I can't imagine what my Mom went through as the best percentage of recovery was 5% from only one of the doctors at the hospital.  The rest gave me zero.  At two weeks, I would be sent by helo-jet to Baylor Dallas because my condition was worsening. 

Fast forward to March, I've been moved to another ICU wing in Baylor and they were attempting to get my out of my coma.  It would be the middle of March before I would ever wake up and it would take the rest of the month for me to find out my condition for myself.  I would find out that my feet were black and dead from lack of blood flow, that I would be paralyzed except for some movement in my fingers and neck and that I would not be able to communicate with anyone because I was still on a ventilator, unable to breath on my own.  My body was swollen up entirely and I was leaching out toxins because blood clots were blocking my liver.  My kidneys had completely failed and I was on 24/hr dialysis to try and remove blood clots and keep my toxins in my body at reasonable levels.   I would also be soon diagnosed with Guillian Barre Syndrome.  A condition in which your own immune system attacks your nervous system and prevents you from being able to move the muscles you have.  

These were just the beginning.  After 9 months in a hospital bed, I would finally be able to move around on my own at Rehab in August of 2014 and finally able to live at my parents house in November, the day before Thanksgiving.  I am a double below knee amputee.  I am stil learning and getting the strength to walk on my own.

Having your independence lost at 34 years old is difficult to understand even for me.  But, what is more difficult is the financial burden that people like me are going through.  I just want to be able to recover, but money is just added stress on me and my entire family.  I've put off doing this for a long time because I'm proud and I don't think it's right to ask other hard-working people for money.  However, After getting my explanation of benefits from my insurance and it telling me I already owe $30,000 this year, I'm freaking out a little.  I would really just like $4,000 just so I can start driving on my own.  That's my wish.  To be able to drive again, to have most of my independence back.

I understand if you're unable to help.  

God Bless you!