HELP MY DAD WITH HIS MEDICAL BILLS AFTER BRAIN HEMORRHAGE!!!

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Since I was born, my daddy told me it was his greatest dream to walk me down the aisle. On March 15, 2024, his dream came true, but at the price of his livelihood.

My dad was working as a general manager at a distribution facility. One of his daily duties was to be in a phone call at 6:30am and 6:30pm every day, including Saturdays and Sundays. He did this without complaint, even on holidays or when he was sick.

When he found out what day my wedding was, months and months beforehand, he let everyone know that:

1. He was so happy for his little girl, and

2. He would be absent from just that one meeting on the evening of the 15th so that he could be completely present on the happiest day of his little girl’s life.

And it was the happiest day of my life.

The next day soured it. The company decided to let him go, citing the fact that he missed that one meeting, even though he had let everyone who needed to know that he wouldn’t be there, even though other folks missed the meeting all the time with no repercussions, even though he was missing it to walk his baby girl down the aisle… every girl deserves to have her daddy walk her down the aisle.

My parents had some savings, but not a lot. COBRA was $2000/month, and marketplace insurance was priced similarly for them. With no money coming in while my mom was still training to be a therapist, they decided to take the bet that he would find a job before health insurance became an issue. I think we all regret taking this bet right now, but you can never know what the future brings.

April came, and then May. The summer flew by, with nothing more than recruiter calls and false hopes.

When we woke up on September 16th, we didn’t know it would be the most frightening day my family has ever experienced.

Because of a string of logistics I won’t bore you with, we decided to have our ceremony separately from our reception, which would have been on October 19. My dad stepped out to pick up his suit from the cleaners for the reception that morning.

He sneezed, and something popped in his skull. He started to get a headache and raced home. His headache became so extreme that he said he was praying to get home before he had to stop on the side of the road where no one would find him until it was too late.

I’ve never seen my daddy like that. He said a bullet to the brain would have hurt less. Later, he referred to his headache that day as his “JFK headache” (the sass means he is starting to feel better).

I don’t have a ton of information about what’s happening to him. He had a subarachnoid hemorrhage. They weren’t able to find where the bleeding came from. He has good hours and bad hours—we can’t even take it day by day at this point, just hour by hour.

I’m writing this sitting next to him at the Neuro ICU at Grady—which has provided absolutely world class care. He’s going to be here for at least a week, but probably more while they monitor him for more strokes or seizures & try to figure out where the original bleed came from.

I’m not usually the praying type, but I am praying every day for my dad and I hope you will as well. He hates asking for help—a trait he gave me— but I will ask for him. Please, please donate to his GoFundMe if you can. Since he is uninsured, the bill at the end of this hospital journey is going to be a bill we can never pay off without help. Even if you can’t donate, please pray for my dad and please share this post so that more people can hear his story.

All funds will be used for my dad's ICU stay at Grady.