Baxter Medical Fund
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WHY A FUNDRAISER?
Jane Timm Baxter has battled chronic illness all of her life, and her health is getting worse as she gets older. Please show your support and donate whatever you can to help Jane and her husband deal with growing medical expenses, and let's pray for her illnesses to be healed!
THE STORY BEHIND THE NEED FOR DONATIONS.
On Thursday night, December 3, 2015, Jim came home from work to find me on the bathroom floor, unconscious and unresponsive. I was breathing, but just barely. He tried all sorts of things to “wake me up” and then called 911.
Paramedics worked on me in the house, then moved me to the ambulance, where they sat in the driveway for thirty minutes, continuing to work on me. I’d like to thank those people, but I don’t know who they are. I stopped breathing, and they had to put me on an emergency ventilator. They first took me to Braselton, sirens and lights going (I’m sorry I missed that, as that would have been cool.) I was in the ICU and, while they tried to figure out what was wrong, they put me a medically-induced coma. I was in a coma for ten ays.
For those of you who have never been in a coma, let me tell you that yes, you do dream. Or, at least I did. And, having Night Terrors, I got to have a continuous, many sub-plotted, one hundred and sixty nine hour long NIGHT TERROR. When they woke me up, the nightmares were so horrible and so vivid, and I was still a bit “off” that I was borderline delusional - believing that my nightmares were things that had actually happened. This only lasted a few days.
I was moved to Northside Hospital. After a few days, they removed the feeding tube. I cannot describe how painful this was. And I don’t want to describe the details of the event either, as I’d like to just forget it.
Blah, blah, blah, yadda, yadda, yadda, I am finally back home, completely bruised up onside and down the other, still quite shaken, and with mildly atrophied muscles. A home healthcare and physical therapist will be calling me today to make appts, though I hope they don’t want to work today.
So, what was the deal? A “perfect storm” situation of extreme dehydration, a partial liver failure to do a toxin dump, and a bad infection of the bacteria Clostridium difficile.
I almost died, but I’m a tough bird.
We have begun to receieve the bills. So far, we owe one hospital over $92k and anther hospital for over $34k.
We have been talking seriously about filing bankruptcy.
Thank you!
Sadly, the above information is only the first in an ongoing health crisis. Please check UPDATES for more current information.
