My name is Nicole James. Some of you have known me my whole life. Some of you know me from work. Some of you know me only from the internet. And some of you don't know me at all.
I live in Denver, Colorado with my son Brandon. I lost my high school sweetheart in a fatal motorcycle accident in 2007 after 17 years of marriage. I’ve managed to take care of my son who is developmentally disabled as a single parent until I lost my job in May 2018. I was lucky enough to get a severance package which I have penny pinched while searching for a new job. The obstacles just keep coming. I’m all about family and providing my son with the best life he can achieve. We love movies and enjoy traveling to Universal parks to ride the rides. I live for my son. He has one parent now and I plan to be around to help him until the end. I am lucky enough to have a large family, I was born in New Orleans, and we love visiting there as well. I have a tremendous support system for which I am grateful for. I am known as a strong woman who doesn’t ask for assistance. Even when life throws everything at me at once. Unfortunately, I’ve been thrown a problem that I cannot overcome on my own.
Recently, while in the ER with a leg injury, a CT scan showed a colorectal mass. I was immediately scheduled for a colonoscopy and have been diagnosed with colorectal cancer. Fortunately, I caught it early and my prognosis is excellent but I'm still facing surgery and potentially chemo once the mass has been removed and analyzed. I do have insurance which will cover the entire cost of my medical bills. However, I will be months recovering without a salary and no way to pay for my household expenses.
I will be unable to attend interviews for potential jobs that I am in the final consideration for. I honestly just don't have any reserves to pay for anything. Some funding in my corner for the upcoming fight would really help ease my mind and let me focus on getting well.
I believe that in this life you are not given more than you can handle. And I have handled and handled and handled some more. I am confident I will pull through this with flying colors and be able to move onto the night fight. Please know that I hate, HATE this idea, I don’t even like asking my family for money they owe me. But hopefully with your help, this can be a time when I don’t have to carry it all alone.
I appreciate each and every one of you, whether your support is mental, physical, emotional, spiritual or monetary. And you know I’m not a touchy, feely, emotional person. Thank you for your support. I truly mean it ❤️