Help Nicole Weiss Recover

Happy Holiday, and a HUGE Thank you to all those who have donated. We are beyond grateful. 
- The Weiss Family 

Nicole Marie Weiss is a mother, daughter, sister, and friend. She lives her life to the fullest giving her son Dillon the best life possible. She works full time,  even over time to provide for her family.  She loves life and worships the lord.

As you may know Nicole suffered a life changing neurologic incident that has changed her life. She has lost most function one one side of her body and her speech has been affected. She at this point is unable to preform her normal daily living activities and is unable to work. 

100% of these funds will be donated to Nicole for medical and personal expenses. 


Nicole's Story- 

Life changed so fast. I worked hard for 2 years to repair my credit, to move up in my job, to give Dillon the life he deserved. I was working 50+ hours a week to get the overtime to give him the best Christmas… The Tuesday before I had bought my first car from a dealership. A white Jeep just like I always wanted. I was so proud. Dillon was so proud. 2 days later everything changed. 

Thursday, 11/19/20, I was in my living room and felt like something was wrong, my body just didn’t feel right. Thursday’s were busy for us, we had tutoring and karate in the evening. I didn’t take a lunch that day, so I just assumed I was dehydrated. I downed a bottle of water. I told Dillon and my mom I was feeling off. I somehow got Dillon in bed, feeling weaker and more off every hour. I fell in the living room-twice. I didn’t trip. I wasn’t dizzy. It’s like I couldn't stop myself from hitting the floor. Thankfully I didn’t hit my head or lose consciousness. I text my mom telling her something was wrong and I was going to bed- I was supposed to have worked from home that night. I woke up and had a horrible headache. I got up and went to work. As the morning went on I felt worse and worse. I began realizing my right side wasn’t really ‘working’ properly and was growing more concerned. I told my boss I was going to have my mom take me to the ER and he agreed it was a good idea. I haven’t gone to the ER for myself since Dillon was born. My mom picked me up. I don’t remember getting to work. I don’t remember most of the conversations at work. I don’t remember leaving work. I remember walking into the ER and describing what I was feeling and thinking I sounded like I was on drugs. The rushed me into a CT and did a bunch of blood work. The first time I heard the word “STROKE” it felt like the room was completely silent. I’m 32. I’m healthy. I’m a single mom.I can’t be having a stroke. As the day went on, my speech got worse. I could hear myself speaking slower and more slurred. They admitted me and had me transported to a bigger hospital in the next city over. Due to COVID rules, the nurses let my best friend bring Dillon to come see me in the ER. I explained to him, slurring and slowly, that I would be gone a few days while they ran tests and he’d be with grandma and Papa. He kissed my cheek and said “it’ll be okay momma. I’ll FaceTime you a lot” I cried the entire ambulance ride. Within 4 hours they had me in an MRI machine. They did more tests then normal- I was in the machine for almost 2 hours. Laying as still as possible. Listening to worship music. Praying to God that I needed to be okay- that Dillon needed me to be okay. I continued to fail tests, and could barely speak. My right side had no strengthen or coordination by this point. I couldn't even touch my nose… I laid in my room alone.. crying.. I’m a mom. I’m an accounts payable coordinator of a multi-million dollar construction company. I take care of myself and my son.. this wasn’t supposed to happen. Lots of tests and unknowns. They released me Saturday with the diagnosis of a TIA from a possible blood clot in my brain. I went home barely being able to talk. I was told 3-5 days of recovery and things should almost be back to normal. 

Three days later, Tuesday 11/24, I woke up and was completely unable to speak. I couldn’t yell. I couldn’t do anything. Back to the ER we went, this time to the trauma center in Orlando. Before I was even checked in, a nurse came out and rushed me into a triage room and Stroke coded me. They rushed me into a CTScan and heart tests.. they said the tests didn’t show an active stroke but the neurologist believes I was having a 2nd one. They admitted me to the neurological floor. They continued blood tests and so many doctors came through. They all sounded so let down telling me they didn’t have answers. They had no idea what was happening or why. I begin realizing my sight in my right eye was deteriorating. I cried a lot. I FaceTimed with my son a lot. Thanksgiving Day came, This was going to be the first holiday since my son was born we didn’t spend it together. The nurse said she was given a discharge order and would rush it through so I could be with my son. I was so thankful. I was again discharged with a list of specialists to follow up with, and blood thinners.. 

I’m writing this 10 days after I was discharged. My speech is still slow and slurred, sometimes you can’t understand me at all. I am not allowed to drive. I am not allowed to shower without help. I can’t write at all. I’ve lost my peripheral vision in my right eye, and it continues to get worse. I go to physical therapy 3 times a week. I have appointments with an Ophthalmologist, neurologist and my primary. I should be so much better by now- and I’m not and no one knows why. I am an hourly employee, I am able to use PTO right now but that runs out this week. I have to keep the bills paid, keep my insurance paid, pay my co-pays, and am trying to give my son some kind of Christmas.. they say rest and relax but that’s impossible when I don’t know how to make ends meet because we don’t know when I’ll be working again. It’s scary not knowing when I’ll be better.. it’s scarier not knowing if my son will be taken care of and our bills will be paid.