Hi Everyone,

My name is Loretta and I am the sister of Jason Baxter, aka: Uncle Satan (I'll explain the name later). On Tuesday, August 17, 2021, Jason was in a horrific motorcycle accident on his Spyder that nearly claimed his life. It is believed that he *may* have had a diabetic seizure and fell off his three wheeled bike. His helmet sustained the first collision, but unfortunately was dislodged after meeting the pavement and as a result, Jason suffered a traumatic brain injury (TBI) which left him hospitalized ever since that day. Those of you who continue to follow the updates on FB know the ups and downs we have experienced these last 6 weeks in hospital. Jason continues to progress and defy the odds every step of the way, despite the numerous step backs he has faced. His next challenge will be TBI rehabilitation at Edwin Shaw where they anticipate he will receive 3 hours of one to one rehabilitation daily, for several weeks, to teach him how to walk again, work on recalling memories and helping him return home to a "new" normal life. To do this will cost thousands of dollars per day ($3400), most of which will not be covered by insurance as Jason will no longer have a job as of November, which means his personal insurance will also expire. Ann, Jason's fiancé, has been carrying the load and keeping the house a float by working as much as possible and still making time to see Jason at the hospital. In November, all external resources will be exhausted and it will become a game of survival. We would like to raise money to help Jason keep his house and receive the treatment he deserves to make a full recovery. Will you join us?

 

On a personal note, many of you know that the Baxter children struggled with family circumstances growing up. Jason lived with me from the age of 17 to 19, finishing high school and beginning one of his many jobs. I worked nights, he worked days and while I was away, he would care for my daughter, Shandice, who was 5 at the time. His favourite past time was terrorizing the five year old, which included a walkie talkie in her closet, where he pretended to be the closet monster. He also taught her how to clean her room, which involved shoving everything under one's bed, and introducing her to ice cream for breakfast. He was the, not so perfect, perfect uncle. One day as a practical joke, we bought Uncle Jason a shirt with an inscription name tag that read: Hello, My name is Satan.... and he wore it, everywhere. The looks he received and the questions he caused.... From that day forward he has always been known to my children as Uncle Satan, the devilish and mischievous brother of mine, who's always good for a laugh and a wee bit of trouble.

 

Now he's in trouble and we all hope to help bail him out. Please help us to help save Uncle Satan!