Urgent Help for Matthew and His Cat

Please I need help. I just wrote an email to the landlord if I can change their mind but I need more time to find a job. I have no where to go. My family cant and wont take me in. My parents are struggling themselves and will not be able to take me in. I am going to lose everything. I cant lose my baby girl Zena. Shes is the only thing I have left in this world to give me hope. I am still looking for a job but because of this notice, I will never get a home.....please....I am praying to God for help! I am crying inside and dont know what to do or where to go anymore.....I am 41 years old and I have nothing left to survive on.

Here is the letter I have been sending out for help!!!!

Hello,

My name is Matthew Yurek. I am writing to you in hopes to find answers and help in my life in simply trying to just keep my apartment home. I am not asking for much and I don’t want anyone to give me thousands of dollars. For this reason, I believe in working for my money and trying my best. So, the most I am asking for is just a few months of rent paid off. I am talking maybe around 3-4 months which is only about $3k-$5k. If I can get help for this, I will never ask for another thing ever again in my life.

You are probably wondering why I am asking for this amount. In order to understand why, I am asking you to please be patient and read my entire story as I have to start from the beginning. I am hoping through God and prayers you please read the entire letter for it will help you better understand that I am not one to take advantage of services nor ask for millions in dollars to live free.

I have to start in the year 2004/2005. I was only 21 years old in September 7, 2004. I was having a great life with a job that was training me very well. I was young and stubborn at times, but I was also saving money up and living it the best as I had a sister who let me live at her home until I could get a place of my own. However, on the 7th of September, I was celebrating my birthday and was having a great time. It was on this day that my life started to change, not for the better but for the ultimate worse.

After the 7th of September, 2004, I started to get pain in my stomach and was getting weak at times. I thought this was all due to a hang over. Eventually it stopped and I was enjoying life until the following month of October. I was beginning to get groin or muscle pains. I ignored it thinking it was a pulled muscle from work. As I continued my life, it was about 2004 Thanksgiving when I started really to suffer. Mom and Dad told me that it could have been a hernia that I was experiencing. I was putting ice on my groin area as well as taking as much aspirin as I could. Come December 2004, my boss laid a bunch of us off until January due to no work. I was working at a shipyard or small boat yard at the time. It was a good time to get laid off because now I had the whole month to recover and heal up. Unfortunately, that was not the case.

On December 26th, I went up north to spend the holidays with my mom and dad as well as my family was to come up and celebrate New Year's Eve with mom and dad. We were all having fun and having a great time, except for me. I was still suffering from a lot of pain and could not control it. It wasn’t until the night of the Jan. 1, 2005 Saturday that I almost collapsed in the bathroom, after a family game night I ended solo by myself. I told the family I could not continue and needed to lay down after I came out.

On Sunday, January 2, 2005, I had called to make a doctor appointment. The soonest they could get me in was January 5, early in the morning. On that day, I never knew it was going to change my life forever, for the worst. The doctors had seen me and did some test. They even did an ultrasound on my groin area to see what was really going on. It wasn’t maybe 20 minutes after the test was done that the doctor came back and asked me if I had eaten anything all morning or night. I told him no. He proceeded to tell me that they had discovered a large tumor on my testicle and it was cancerous. He then began to explain to me that they needed to do surgery right away. He called the surgeon and the surgeon had cancelled his morning surgeries to work on me asap. The doctor asked me if I wanted to call anyone to let them know. The first person I called was my mom. She was working at the bank in Lakewood, Wisconsin as I was in Green Bay, Wisconsin at the doctors office of Bellin Hospital. I said to her, “Mom, I am at the doctors office and they did a bunch of tests. They found a large tumor on my testicle and need to operate right away.”

My mom, listening to me, was furious and upset that I might have been joking with her. I told her I was not. She was thinking this because one of my brothers and I pull April fool jokes on her sometimes but not like this. I gave the phone to the doctor and he began to talk to her. I could hear her crying and upset and worried. After the doctor explained things, he gave me back the phone and mom told me that she was going to be on her way right away. Dad at the time was home and busy doing things. Her workplace let her leave right away as they told her to just drop what she was doing and get to me right away. After all this, the doctor then had me escorted by a nurse to go to the surgical floor and sign paperwork to get ready for surgery.

Later that morning, mom had arrived and I finally broke down and cried lying in the bed awaiting to be rolled out for surgery. The surgery was only supposed to take a few hours but ended up being a 4 hour surgery. They had proceeded to tell me the next day in the hospital that they were happy to successfully remove the infected testicle and tumor but began to give me bad news. The surgeon said due to the tumor being so severe, they wanted to do a lymph node surgery to extract 14 nodes and test them for cancer. I did not get out of the hospital until 7 days later. My next surgery was prepped for February 13, 2005. 3 weeks after my first surgery. I was not even completely healed yet.

On February 13, they began to explain things to me again about the complications and procedures. It was a 89%-91% chance that it was going to be successful. I was still scared and crying that something might go wrong. Mom was with me the whole time and kept asking for my dad to be here with me. But she told me that dad did not like hospitals due to his experience in the Vietnam war. The doctor continued to explain everything to the both of us before being rolled into surgery. As I was being rolled through the hallways, they had stopped and my mom said someone was here to see me before going into surgery. It was my dad. I broke out into tears with pride and delight. He wished me good luck and told me that he loved me. The surgery was only supposed to be 4 hours long but ended up taking 7 and half hours.

The next day in recovery, the surgeon and doctors came into my room and told me that they had removed all 14 nodes and found 3 out of 14 cancerous. So I went from Testicular cancer to Lymphoma in a matter of weeks time. I was so scared being only 21 years of age and already with lymphoma. Nurses had told my mom that I was the youngest patient they had seen with testicular cancer. I was only supposed to be in that hospital for 6 days. But due to complications with morpheme and medicine, I was in the hospital for almost 2 weeks. The recovery from this surgery was extremely painful. I could not walk on my two feet without help for almost 6 weeks.

Later that year, I had to get chemo treatments. I was to get one treatment in April and 1 treatment in may. The treatments were not just 1 day 1 week, but instead 5 days in a row for 1 week each month. They had used the strongest dosage they had of chemo before radiation. They even mixed some other medicines in to make it more easy for me. However, the chemo was too strong. I ended up losing my hair and dignity. I was very suicidal and by the second treatment, I refused to get treatment and even held the wheels of the wheel chair from the nurses while crying and begging not to take me in. But there was one moment that someone noticed me crying in the treatment center of St. Vincent Hospital and approached me with words of wisdom I will never forget. I told him I wanted to die and not do this anymore, but he put his hands on my shoulder and told me that if he could do it at 70 years old, I could do anything better. He told me to live on and fight for my family. No one knew this guy or who he was but the only fact that he was getting treatment himself. It was like God had sent me an angel to help me fight on.

From that day forth, the recovery was difficult and the emotions were hard. Through this whole ordeal, my mom’s brother, or my uncle, had a minor heart attack on Jan. 7, 2005 and my dad’s brother, my other uncle, was going through lung cancer since November 2004. I could not visit either one of them because I was fighting a life battle myself. However, in June 2005, I finally got to see my uncle who was my dads brother after he came to visit us with his sister. He was very sick and on the verge of dying. It was the only day and last day I would ever get to see him again. He had passed away June 7, 2005, from full body cancer. He told me to live my life and keep going.

3 days later, my best friends sister, who I had very much liked and adored, dies from a car accident. He parents had to pull the plug on her from being brained dead. She was 16 years old.

5 months later, my moms father, faints and passes out while hitting his head on a toilet from pneumonia. He died a day later. I had a very hard time saying good bye as I was having severe PTSD from just being inside the hospital. They had to put me in a wheel chair and the closest I could get to my grandpa to say good bye was just outside his room door. I never got to say Good bye to him properly.

In August of 2005, I did have a job. I was later laid off from it in 2006 due to cut down of workforce. I was one of 10 employees let go. I was really upset because a supervisor had put a recommendation in for me to become a floor manager for 1st shift. Unfortunately, the employees never got a chance to apply for it as they pulled a new guy off the floor and gave him the job right away without giving others a chance.

This is where thing really started going down hill for me. A few years later, I had started dating a girl who I thought was hopeful for me but ended up taking advantage of me and even stealing from me. There was even a time she became friends with a neighbor across from us that was a wanted criminal which no one knew who she was. This girlfriend of hers came over to our place one day after I came home from the ER from a severe migraine headache. She was helping my girlfriend at the time take care of me. This friend went back to her place to grab some aspirin and gave me 2 pills to take to calm my sickness down. However, it wasn’t maybe 15 minutes that my temp went from 99.4 to 104.5. They called 911 and I was rushed to the hospital. Upon investigation, they had found out that I was drugged with one of the most deadly street drugs out there. A whole investigation was done while I was in recovery. The friend had bailed the apartment from her boyfriend she was with at the time, and was never found. The girl I was with eventually left from me after I broke up with her from cheating on me, lying, and stealing. The girl who drugged me was eventually caught and charged with attempted murder and possession of illegal drugs.

After this whole situation, I had tried to rebuild my life. But year by year, I had nothing but bad luck. There is so much more to say but most of it, I try to forget from the devastating act it had on my life.

For the last 15 years, I have had dozens of colonoscopy/endoscopy tests, yearly blood tests and x-rays, and hospitalizations. I have had over 6 different surgeries in my life; the 2 from cancer, knee surgery, right shoulder surgery, fractured left elbow with dislocated shoulder, and most recently, back surgery in 2023. I have been through dozen of jobs. Some good and great, while others bad and horrible. I have been fired from 2 jobs. One was because I was only 20 years old and someone reported me for a joke I did with co-workers that this person did not even witness. The co-workers were so upset with this guy that after I got fired, he was fired 6 months later. The other time I got fired was due to wrongful termination which was recently. I even got a lawyer to prove it but could not afford to go to trial to follow through on the lawsuit. I am not even sure if it is still open or not.

3 of my jobs laid me off due to recovering from surgery and could not wait any longer for me to come back. 1 of those surgeries was a Workmans comp case that the company had fought but ultimately won due to the incompetence of their HR department failing to file proper paper work for me. The other 2 were due to personal health issues.

Recently, my contract through an employer was cancelled due to lack of work after 2 months of hiring me. The temp agency told me they are going to keep trying to find jobs for me but were also out of options as what to do for me.

I had come close to death 3 - 4 times in my life. 1 was from the cancer, another was from an ex’s bf trying to kill me for trying to report her to her father. He was sending her money and taking care of her child while she was to be getting better but was lying to him and everyone she knew. Another time I came close to dying was when my surgical tissue caused a bowel blockage in my body that almost blew up and caused me to pass out. The 4th time was when a ladder failed on me and I went down with it and fractured my elbow but was lucky enough to survive the blow to my head.

So this where I come to the part asking for help. No matter how hard I try in life and no matter what I do, something prevents me from ever getting ahead. Currently, I have $0 retirement fund, $0 in savings, $0 in 401k, $0 in stock or any investments. Every time I have had surgery or been laid off, I am forced to sell possessions, close my 401k, and anything that can help me. I have 2 brothers and 1 sister and they all have houses, kids, and money to retire on. My mom and dad are still alive and have been helping me all these years as best as they can, but unfortunately, are no longer able to help me due to the economy today.

I currently owe my mom and dad over $12k in loans and help, I owe Bellin Health $9k in bills, over $30K in hospital collections and debt, over $4k in emergency medicine, over $5k in credit debt, $1700 in rent money, $200 in electric, and over $5k to Aurora Bay care fertilization department for future children if I am ever to get married. I live alone and my SUV needs over $2000.00 in repairs. I have been trying to do my own repairs but can’t afford the parts with no job.

I am not a bad guy nor a lazy one too. I do Christmas Lights on the side and have been for the last 12 years. It brings in side cash to pay for bills but this year, I don’t know if I can even continue to do Christmas Lights professional for residents anymore due to no help and the possibility of losing everything I own. I have a beautiful cat and she loves me and I really don’t want to give her up. I donate $100-$300 every year to kids and family in the stores for Christmas just so they can go out for ice cream or for their kids to get something of their own at the stores. I help my customers all the time by cutting out labor or doing extra favors for them for free for Christmas Spirit.

I am begging for help right now because I do not know what to do anymore. I have tried Tik-Tok, GoFundMe, Instagram, and even facebook, but with all of them, I can’t even get a simple $1.00 donation without people bullying me or harassing me that I am a lazy bum. My Christmas light clients helped me out once and got a total of $1100.00 at one time. It helped me get back on track for about a month but ever since then, I have been falling apart. I really don’t know how much longer I can continue. I pray to God every night to please save me and take me home with him but something other keeps telling me to keep fighting and try, try, try.

I am writing this letter to who ever may read it and help me. I don’t want a million dollars or asking for a new house; I already know and accepted in my life I will never be married, have a house of my own, or ever have kids because no one likes a hopeless romantic that fights for his life. All I want is a few months of my apartment rent paid off so I can find a good job and stay ahead of the game.

There is so much more I want to say and so much more I could explain but then this would be entire book. Everyday I wake up with some kind of headache or pain in my body. I have an artificial elbow in my left arm as well as 14 staples holding my intestines together.

So all in all, through Jesus and God, I am begging for some kind of miracle. I am sorry I don’t have kids or not pregnant or paying child support, but I am merely someone who does good things for all others but himself just so that I can see the world be a better place for one more day. All I want to do is keep my home or just simply have a place to live in. I don’t care if I lose all my possessions, I just want my pet and me to have a warm place to be together forever.

If you wish to know more or have any questions at all, please contact me at the information below. I pray everyday for a life without pain or worry that I am going to lose everything. I beg of you, please help me.

Sincerely,

Matthew T. Yurek