My name is Lucy Gardiner. I have to move because my house went into foreclosure, where I have lived with my family for 27 years.

I have been married to the love of my life for 35 years. We had 3 beautiful children, twin boys first, then a girl 5 years later. The boys were 7 weeks premature, with one baby bigger than the other. David was the bigger baby but was still kept a week due to sleep apnea, which he came home on a monitor. William was only 3 pounds and ended up needing surgery. Unfortunately, after a few days, they said he needed another operation. But when they re-examined him, it was too late, and they told me to get there as soon as possible because he was rapidly declining. I got there just in time for him to die in my arms. It was hard moving on from that, but we had an infant to take care of. Five years later, we started trying to get pregnant for a year with no luck until we tried IVF, which was successful, and we had a beautiful baby girl. We had our ups and downs just like everyone, but this past March, my husband went in for heart valve replacement surgery and did well until he started getting infections, which kept him in ICU.

I would visit every other day because it was an hour away. And I had to look for a new vehicle in March and April due to getting hit parked in front of my house. I also lost my sister in April in a house fire and had to plan her funeral. Dave was still in the hospital, so I had to do everything on my own with some help from family. Dave was only coherent from March 17 till May 2, at which time he was put on a special machine, so he had to be sedated and paralyzed, basically in an induced coma. He awoke briefly for a couple of hours, very agitated and wanted to come home and said he was dying. The doctors were giving us hope along with surgeries that they said he needed, but with bleeding and blood transfusions, he deteriorated and died within a day of his last surgery. Jesus called him home on May 26. He suffered for two months, and the doctors were telling us there was little change but still gave us hope.

The loss is immeasurable. He was my first true love, my rock, and solid foundation. The loss of income has been the catalyst for not being able to catch up on the mortgage and all of our other bills, not to mention paying for my husband's funeral. My home is where we raised our children and had many family gatherings with cherished memories. I have faith in God that he will carry me through.

I am fundraising to save my house from foreclosure.