My name is Jennifer McCurley, and on March 15, 2021, I had surgery to clean up (not repair) a torn rotator cuff from an incident where I was attacked by one of my special ed students. I was not given a choice of the doctor I could use because it happened at work. Needless to say, their doctor encountered numerous issues during surgery, and instead of choosing to stop the surgery or have someone else take over, I ended up with two brachial plexus injuries and lost a great deal of blood during surgery. As a result of the doctor trying to cover up her negligence that day, I was not offered a blood transfusion and was sent home the same day, causing more damage to my already damaged nerves in my left shoulder, arm, hands, wrist, and fingers. After almost a year of three to four days a week of physical therapy, being sent to the best brachial plexus clinic in the world (Charlotte, NC), and having numerous tests done by them and three major surgeries, I am still paralyzed from my left shoulder down to my fingertips. Because of all the trauma and embarrassment of the disfigurement this surgery has caused, I no longer have a social life and suffer not only from anxiety and depression but also from severe PTSD. On top of all this, I am my husband’s caretaker (even before the surgery), taking care of his daily needs, medications, financial support, cooking, cleaning, transportation needs, etc. It has become much harder now since I only have one arm and have to have him assist me in dressing myself at times. The reason I’m even asking for help right now is because, due to my new physical limitations and mental health, I have been labeled by several doctors as permanently disabled. However, as many of you know, this can take years to go through, as well as the legal battle I am currently going through as a result of this surgery. My husband is only 52 and suffers from epilepsy and has several cavernous malformations on his brain, which resulted from cranial radiation from when he was a child and had leukemia. Due to his condition, he has early onset dementia, extreme mood swings, anxiety, depression, and aggression. Therefore, I handle everything, literally, to keep him emotionally and mentally healthy. Right now, we are on the verge of losing everything. I’ve been able to stretch our savings out over the past four years to cover our house mortgage, car payment, and other household expenses, but now we’re at the point where we are literally living off his disability check. I’ve put off asking for help, mainly afraid no one will help and the embarrassment that comes with asking for help. But I’m putting my pride aside and asking if you can please help in any way, no matter how small, it will be greatly appreciated. And if you can’t, that’s okay, I totally understand. If you will at least pass it on to someone who might be able to help. And always, prayers are appreciated. It’s been a tough 4 years for us, and we are very private, and this has been an extremely emotional thing for us in telling our story and asking for help at the same time.