After the pandemic, we had the loss of dear family members. The stress from these traumatic events left me very sick. I continued to decline. Emergency room visit after visit with no one being able to diagnose me. Night after night, my heart rate racing at 160 bpm, shaking uncontrollably, unable to sleep. Eventually, around a year later, I had an emergency room visit that got me hospitalized. Finally, a diagnosis. Adding to my other health conditions, now I had hyperthyroidism. I was blessed to have made it in right on time. I could have died; I was close. Hyperthyroidism is rare, and the treatment is less than ideal. Because of one of my other conditions, I was at risk for sepsis, giving me maybe a year or two of survival. So, I looked for alternatives. Finding an alternative and getting stabilized was costly. But it led to answers for even my children's conditions. Now though, a few years later, we are sinking in bills. So badly, I'm scared of decline medically. Here I am, desperate for help for me and my family, pleading for compassion.