Support Brooke Nesbitt's Fight for Health and Stability

UPDATE: This is an edit from my original post because I am more aware of the bullshit victimhood I was sitting in. 

The love, support, and uplifting energy I have received from each and every one of you that has either donated money, words of encouragement, or subtle energetic boosts, has catapulted me into the next version of myself, in ways I did not anticipate. 

Since starting this fundraiser, I’ve been able to get blood work and begin my journey on a continuous glucose monitor (CGM.) My health is looking better than I thought — thank God. My intuition told me to start this GoFundMe for reasons I could not have known until I actually did it. 

Here is an excerpt of my findings after 3 days on a CGM: “ I started using a continuous glucose monitor (CGM) a few days ago (something i’ve wanted to do for far too long) and i’m now experiencing the joy of investigating and observing data on MYSELF. (I love data and detective work.) it is so much f*cking fun. my intuition has been leading me to use a CGM, not to make the diabetes better (why I thought I needed it), but for me to actually enjoy food/insulin experiments by collecting real time data (and then of course being a ‘better diabetic’ naturally follows.) we THINK we know what we’re going to get out of an experience but we actually have NO IDEA UNTIL WE DO IT. & if your intuition is telling you (maybe you’re scared, anxious, whatever) just know you may very well have more fun than you can possibly imagine. “ 

I considered deleting this fundraiser, but I would prefer to be transparent about my experience and findings throughout this ‘experiment.’ I do not wish to cut myself off from blessings flowing in, and leaving this fundraiser open ended is what I’m being called to do. 

Everything donated has gone to, or is going to, my health and supporting the best version of Brooke I can possibly provide. 

THANK YOU. For not only showing care, but showing me I CAN DO THIS — I am worthy, and I need to continue this journey for all of us. 

Thank you thank you thank you.

ORIGINAL POST: Hi, my name is Brooke Nesbitt, and I was diagnosed with Type 1 Diabetes in 2005, just before my 12th birthday. The nurses said, “Your sugar is so high we don’t know how you’re standing here talking to us. You should be in a coma.” I lost 20 lbs. over several months and my grades had plummeted. I certainly didn’t feel well, but I had no idea something was wrong. My mom said I looked unwell, she was concerned, and so she took me in to be seen. The amount of sugar in my urine was through the roof, and my glucose was in the 800’s.

Fast forward 20 years and I have single handedly found insulin from wherever and whomever I’m able to for the last 6 years, without insurance. Before that, I would spend a whole day going through a clinic to get 2 bottles of insulin — which only lasted a few weeks. The last time I had a proper endocrinologist was as a teenager (I am now 31.)

The reason I’m here, is because I am in desperate need of medical attention again. The last few months have been a roller coaster of symptoms potentially related to other autoimmune conditions (on top of the type 1 diabetes.)

What is needed most is a panel of blood tests to find out what’s going on, and to understand why I’m currently in a disabled state, unable to sleep through the night from the sensations of flames throughout my entire body.

I work full time, at a job I really love, which includes a considerable amount of labor. I’ve been able to push through over the last year, when the bone-deep aches persist, but I am now in a place where I’m fearful of how I’ll be able to power through this coming week.

Working full time where I do means: I make too much to qualify for Medi-Cal, but I make too little to cover the cost of insurance. (I have been bypassing insurance and purchasing insulin through friends, or online.)

I’m here to ask for your help in getting proper insurance and to help cover medical costs. I have always done my best to persevere without help, but my intuition is urging at me to please try this option — there are people out there who are in a position to assist. This is an option I’ve considered several times over the years, but it was never logically okay for me to go through with. There was shame tied to asking for help in this way, but my intuition says otherwise, and I’m finally listening.

Thank you to each and every one of you for considering a donation to help me get back to a stable condition. The gratitude I feel to be in a position to ask strangers for support is overwhelming and will not go without immense appreciation. Thank you for helping me find out what is wrong, and seeking solutions to get my body standing up and moving normally again.