On February 4th, I suffered massive pulmonary embolisms and cardiac arrest that landed me in the hospital for over a month. At first, I wasn't expected to survive, but I did and have been left with deficits where I lost memory from days before I died for those six minutes and don't have memory return until five days after waking up from the coma/sedation I was placed in. My body was in poor condition that I wasn't meant to survive and everything was in failure, but somehow I survived. I had an anoxic brain injury which causes me ataxia, which is hard to deal with. I have seizures and I am on medications for now that I never had before and had two seizures while awake and it was, no IS, the scariest thing to ever go through, feeling trapped in your body and begging for help but you can't speak as your body just jerks. I had to relearn how to talk again because I couldn't form words and wasn't understood. I had to learn how to sit at the edge of the hospital bed without falling over and used the rail most days to help me sit up. I had to learn how to walk all over again with a walker that "I had a death grip on" when I could finally start taking steps. But I have a wheelchair because I tire out, put forth all my effort, and even use a cane like I am being taught in physical therapy.

When I came home, I knew I was coming home to my girls (my dogs). To my Laynee who watches me more closely now, lays by me longer now, and licks all my tears away. I found out mom lost income because while I am hospitalized she can't care for me as she is my caretaker and things got messed up with release dates where rent could not be paid. What we got figured out we sent and unfortunately it's done no good and as I sit with the exhaustion of recovery upon me, depression because my life has dramatically changed where I am no longer independent, more medical PTSD on top of what already was, I feel completely at fault for all of this. I know this was a medical emergency and no one could have seen this coming, but the thought of losing my girls, losing Laynee hurts.

Before any of this happened, we were okay. But then I was hit again with more medical issues, a medical emergency that no one saw coming and everyone keeps telling me it's NOT my fault because it isn't, but the guilt is there. Now we have become behind this month, and a total of $4100 is what we owe and have four days to pay it or get out. My mom has kept them updated, and they said they would work with us, but the total we owe, even with what we have paid and this five-day eviction notice, feels like my fault because I have suffered a very serious medical crisis with a long recovery period.

I am asking for help and donations of any amount that can help us keep our home while I work on my recovery.