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<div><strong>My wife, Manami Newberry, was recently diagnosed with Acute Myeloid Leukemia and admitted to the Oncology Center at UNC Hospitals Chapel Hill.</strong> She has been there for three weeks, receiving chemotherapy every day. She will continue receiving treatment for the foreseeable future while we await <strong>outpatient care</strong>.
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<div>We are a military family of 5 who returned to North Carolina after multiple overseas tours. I’m a Fuels Management troop stationed at Seymour Johnson Air Force Base, while my wife is a teacher’s assistant at a local charter school in Goldsboro, NC. This move was made purposely for us to develop a closer bond with my stateside family as I prepare to retire from military service. We are now currently involved in the fight of our lives as our matriarch battles this horrible disease. We will be victorious, but we are humbly requesting help during this journey.
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<div><strong>During this time, I have driven up to the Cancer Center from Goldsboro, North Carolina, every day in order to help support her and ensure she’s receiving the best possible care during this trying time.</strong> I typically have to pay up to $10 a day to park at this hospital. The gas is also becoming very expensive due to the distance of my commute. I’m now the sole provider for my family, and this scenario won’t change for what may be several months due to the intensive chemotherapy and the recovery time Manami will need.
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<div>We are reaching out for help now because we are trying to bring some of my wife’s family over from Okinawa, Japan, in order to help her on the road to recovery, as well as soften the financial burden caused by this situation.
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<div>Our family will fight hard to ensure we help our wife and mother, Manami, defeat cancer, but we would be remiss to claim that we don’t need help. We humbly ask that you please help us by donating money, sharing this posting with others who may be able to help us financially, or doing both. All moneys collected will go toward her family’s plane tickets and any fuel or auto maintenance expenses that may be encountered during this time. We thank everyone wholeheartedly for their help, and I appreciate the love you’ve chosen to show my family. Thank you all, and God Bless!
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Standing with Manami Newberry Through Her Cancer Care

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<div>El repentino fallecimiento de nuestro sobrino <strong>Ronald Javier Marcia Rosales</strong>, ha dejado a la familia con un profundo dolor en el alma muy en especial a su Padre nuestro Primo Orlando Martin Marcia Garcia.
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<div>Con nuestros corazones rotos en mil pedazos les pedimos por sus oraciones por el eterno descanso de nuestro sobrino <strong>Ronald Javier Marcia Rosales</strong>, un joven de tan solo 22 años con toda una vida por delante.
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<div>Su repentino fallecimiento nos lleva a buscar asistencia financiera para la repatriación de su cuerpo a Nicaragua, su país de origen, para que pueda recibir un entierro digno junto a su Madre y demas familiares.
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<div>Ayúdennos a reunir fuerzas para apoyar a nuestro Primo Orlando Martin Marcia Garcia en la perdida de su hijo… un dolor muy fuerte para cualquier Padre.
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<div>Les agradecemos de antemano por su colaboración.
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<div>Victoria Makinde, or Mummy Makinde/ Ma Makinde as she is affectionately known, is the matriarch of her family. She is a loving mother, grandmother, sister, and aunt. She has dedicated her life to the service of others professionally as a nutritionist/ dietician primarily with women, infants, and children, and personally with family, friends, and even strangers.
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<div>In September of 2021, just before her birthday, Victoria was diagnosed with pancreatic cancer. As this is one of the most aggressive forms of cancer, it was important to her that she choose the best method, for her, to fight this goliath that would allow her to maintain a good quality of life during treatment. To this effect, she has chosen a naturopathic treatment regimen towards wellness without life altering complications. Unfortunately, this treatment path is not covered by her health insurance, and the costs of treatment are quickly rising. We are asking for donations to cover the costs of her treatment as this is something the family cannot carry alone.
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Victoria's Pancreatic Cancer Treatment

<p>Hi my name is jocelyn unfortunately I am raising this money for the funeral for Ray Martinez.  Ray   unexpectedly passed this morning 08/24/2021 due COVID-19 . I started this go fund me to help pay for any and all funeral expenses because as you know Ray leaves behind a wife and 3 daughters. If you know Ray you know he would light up any room he walked into, dance his butt off to freestyle with his wife. He loved speed boats  but also had his country side to him.  He  was all about family and he would stop at nothing to make sure everyone he loved got what they deserved. So now I ask you all to help his wife and 3 girls, any amount no matter how big or how small is greatly appreciated. 
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<p> We love you always and forever papi rest in paradise ,love tu hija mongita jocelyn.
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Funeral Expenses for Ray Martinez

<p>Thanks for taking the time to check out my fundraiser! <br /><img src="https://d2g8igdw686xgo.cloudfront.net/51158246_1599896370618903_r.jpeg" width="100%" media_type="3" alt="51158246_1599896370618903_r.jpeg" /><br /> In June of 2014, I wasn’t feeling myself after having taught a boot camp class.  This is me prior to renal failure. <img src="https://d2g8igdw686xgo.cloudfront.net/51158246_1599895849678462_r.jpeg" width="100%" media_type="3" alt="51158246_1599895849678462_r.jpeg" />  <br />My body before;<br /><img src="https://d2g8igdw686xgo.cloudfront.net/51158246_1599898231954637_r.jpeg" width="100%" media_type="3" alt="51158246_1599898231954637_r.jpeg" />
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<p>My Dr wanted to see my right away, and he took blood that very afternoon.  Just as I got home from my appointment, my phone rang, it was my Doctors direct line.  With every urgency he told me I was in complete renal failure and I needed to get to the Emergency Room immediately.  My room mate at the time drove me to Holy Cross in Ft Lauderdale (where I was living at the time).  The next few days seem surreal looking back at them now.  I had 3 surgeries that night and woke up almost 24 hours later with a dialysis port in my groin, a fistula build in my right forearm and two catheter tubes in my chest.  I was told that the fistula would take 3 months to mature, so that it could be strong enough to withstand dialysis. (I’ll post pics, it’s REALLY ugly).  What was supposed to be 3 months turned into 13 months as multiple fistulas failed and I had to start over.  With the catheters in my chest, I was unable to shower, and for a year, the best I could manage was a sponge bath.  Once the catheter was finally removed and my fistula was functional, the slow slag of dialysis 3 times a week began.  Chest catheters are no where near as much fun as you may have heard. <img src="https://d2g8igdw686xgo.cloudfront.net/51158246_1599894858938316_r.jpeg" width="100%" media_type="3" alt="51158246_1599894858938316_r.jpeg" />
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<p>I didn’t react well to dialysis the first few months, it was literally torture for me.  I was so drained after a 3&amp;1/2 hour treatment 3 times a week, I considered stopping treatment all together as I had noquality of life the entire first year.  I felt like just as I was starting torecover from a dialysis treatment, it was already time for another.  I was sleeping 16-18 hours a day.  After discussion with my Doctor,we reduced the 3&amp;1/2 hours to 3 hours.  It was no help, I was still so drained simple daily tasks were virtually impossible.  I had lost 40 pounds the first month on dialysis and couldn’t put any weight back on no matter how much I ate.  This pic was pretty much when I was at my worst.  I honestly thought it was my last summer with T.<img src="https://d2g8igdw686xgo.cloudfront.net/51158246_1599897591460158_r.jpeg" width="100%" media_type="3" alt="51158246_1599897591460158_r.jpeg" />
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<p><span style="font-size:1.0625rem;"> The pic below is my arm!  If you seen Steel Magnolias, this is what Shelbys arm looked like when Truvy asked if she was driving nails into her arm.  And, yes, it feels as bad as it looks,  Bottom pic is two weeks into healing up.</span>
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<p>This was a crossroads sitch for me.  As desperately as I wanted to be here to see my beautiful son grow up, I had to weight the benefit to him of seeing his Papi in the condition i was in.  I was useless tohim, I couldn’t even take care of myself.  With my Doctors permission, I cut dialysis back to 2 days for 3 hours.  My reasoning was that if it was still effective, I could continue with treatment.  If not, I was fully prepared to end treatment. I went as far as buying cards for all the holidays and life events I would miss in my sons life, HS graduation, College graduation, birthday cards up till his 21st, and one for his wedding.  If I couldn’t physically be here with him, I wanted him to know that my love will always be with him.  I wanted him to really know that his Papi will always love him.  This is my T, my entire reason for everything.  I had a really shitty dad, I’m determined that my son will never know anything from me but pride and love for him.  <img src="https://d2g8igdw686xgo.cloudfront.net/51158246_1599895345488722_r.jpeg" width="100%" media_type="3" alt="51158246_1599895345488722_r.jpeg" /><img src="https://d2g8igdw686xgo.cloudfront.net/51158246_1599896209743809_r.jpeg" width="100%" media_type="3" alt="51158246_1599896209743809_r.jpeg" /><img src="https://d2g8igdw686xgo.cloudfront.net/51158246_1599896285367683_r.jpeg" width="100%" media_type="3" alt="51158246_1599896285367683_r.jpeg" /><br /><br />With my new dialysis schedule, it was tolerable and I was able to settle into a routine that worked for me.  I was gaining strength, and even started going to the gym again.  The happiest day I’ve had on dialysis was when I was strong enough to have my son with me for summers.  I didn’t know how long my new dialysis regiment would “hold”, and I wanted to pack in as many good memories with Tristan as I could before the inevitable. <img src="https://d2g8igdw686xgo.cloudfront.net/51158246_1599895403506937_r.jpeg" width="100%" media_type="3" alt="51158246_1599895403506937_r.jpeg" />
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<p>My first attempt at getting a transplant was a year and a half long fiasco with a transplant hospital in Miami.  I’m not going to name the hospital, I don’t want to get sued, but suffice to say it was an awful experience top to bottom.  In my mind, I thought my HIV status would exclude me anyway, so I decided to just let things play out.  
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<p><img src="https://d2g8igdw686xgo.cloudfront.net/51158246_1599895750859756_r.jpeg" width="100%" media_type="3" alt="51158246_1599895750859756_r.jpeg" /><br />Ft Lauderdale, which had been home for 20 years was rapidly getting too expensive for me, so, just like 20 years prior when I fled NYC as an economic refugee, I once again had to look for a more economically friendly place to live.  After a pretty exhaustive search, Las Vegas was the winner!  I’ve been here in Vegas for a year now, and I’m beginning the process of seeking a kidney transplant, this time with the Mayo Clinic in Phoenix. <img src="https://d2g8igdw686xgo.cloudfront.net/51158246_1599895921480933_r.jpeg" width="100%" media_type="3" alt="51158246_1599895921480933_r.jpeg" />
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<p>OK, now that you’ve made it this far, why am I raising money?  Well, Medicare only pays 80% of the total transplant cost, which can be $275,000 -$350,000, which makes my portion upwards of $60,000.  In addition to the surgical cost, there is transportation back and forth to Phoenix, and following surgery, I will have to stay in a hotel with a companion for 6 weeks following surgery.  These numbers are not factoring in any complications along the way. <img src="https://d2g8igdw686xgo.cloudfront.net/51158246_1599896082819442_r.jpeg" width="100%" media_type="3" alt="51158246_1599896082819442_r.jpeg" />
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<p>Im hoping to have the surgery within the next year to 18 months.  Ihave to change my HIV medications, as some of them interfere with the rejection drugs I will have to be on for life, well, at least the life of my new kidney.  In order to have the surgery, I will have to be stable on the new meds for 6 months, so, I’ve got a minute to try and get this schmoney! I’ll be posting updates at the very least weekly, i obviously have no trouble chit chatting about myself endlessly! <img src="https://d2g8igdw686xgo.cloudfront.net/51158246_1599896129120341_r.jpeg" width="100%" media_type="3" alt="51158246_1599896129120341_r.jpeg" />
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<p>If you can find it in your heart to help, I’ll be extremely grateful.  I want to see my son graduate HS, and with any luck, this surgery will get me there.  There is no amount too small, if you can’t donate, please keep me in your thoughts, and send me some healing vibes.  Thank you for taking the time to read this!<br /><br />Thank you for taking time to share my “real”.  Anything you like to know, feel free to ask.  This is my gorgeous family, I couldn’t love them more if I tried.<br /><img src="https://d2g8igdw686xgo.cloudfront.net/51158246_1599896681810008_r.jpeg" width="100%" media_type="3" alt="51158246_1599896681810008_r.jpeg" />
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Let’s get Michael a kidney!

Look up in the sky, it’s a bird, it’s a plane, no it’s our beloved son, brother, nephew, uncle, and friend Attorney John Allen Hopkins. John used his big heart and comical personality to help and serve everyone he touched. John began his legal practice 10 years ago however he’s been defending his genius point of view and stating facts since he could talk. Whether it was a political conversation, movie critique, or why he thought his food had the most flavor, his argument was worth hearing. John was the real definition of a family man, a real man, a Hopkins.<br /><br />Because John served his community so generously without hesitation, we ask that his community help us give our amazing son and brother his deserving burial. Please continue to pray for our family. Thank you.

Attorney John Allen Hopkins' Burial Fund

<p>I don’t often request donations, but this is a special case since the victim is my own mother, Michele Sanchez. As you may have seen in my post or on the news, Sunday night, my mom's condo was destroyed by a fire, losing close to everything, including her little pet bird and fish. Most importantly, my mother was able to escape the building where she was treated for smoke inhalation. She is now faring better in her health but it's only through her resilience and optimism that she's holding together and trying to stay so positive. Many of our wonderful friends and family have asked what you can do to help so I've decided to start a GoFundMe for any donations you can manage to support my mother Michele with. No donation is too big or small and we very much appreciate your support, whether it's monetary or emotional. Thank you all so much.</p>
<p><a href="https://www.newsday.com/long-island/nassau/levittown-apartment-fire-1.16722055" target="_blank">Michele being interviewed on Channel 12 News after the incident<br /><br /><br /></a>Photos of the wreckage from the fire:<br /><br /><img class="not-resizable" src="https://d2g8igdw686xgo.cloudfront.net/27739560_1518632454.0178_funddescription.jpg" alt="" width="100%" /><br /><br /><img class="not-resizable" src="https://d2g8igdw686xgo.cloudfront.net/27739560_1518632465.6423_funddescription.jpg" alt="" width="100%" /><br /><img class="not-resizable" src="https://d2g8igdw686xgo.cloudfront.net/27739560_1518632473.9682_funddescription.jpg" alt="" width="100%" /><br /><br /><br /><br /></p>

Michele Sanchez Fire Recovery Fund

Greetings to All, My name is Yuri Miyoshi-­Ansari and I am writing on behalf of my father inJapan.<br><br><br>Recently my father Toshihiede Miyoshi has been having troubles with his health.  He wascomplaining of abdominal pain.  My mother Isuzu Miyoshi pushed him to get checked up to seewhat was causing the pain.  After a series of doctor visits they determined he had urinarycalculus. <br>  <br>He noticed blood in his urine because of the size of the stone that formed. The hospital that treated him did not have the state of the art equipment so it required surgery to remove the stone.  The surgery was successful but earlier this year doctors also diagnosed him with kidney stones. Again my father was dealing with a large stone which had to be surgically removed. <br><br> My father is also a diabetic so the doctors did some routine test prior to the kidney stone removal. During this 3 year period his red and white blood count was declining.  My dad was referred to a<br>specialist to get a bone morrow test, which resulted in a troubling discovery.  My dad was diagnosed with myelodysplastic syndrome. (MDS)  And if left untreated he will be at high risk to develop leukemia in the next 3 to 5 years unless he has a bone marrow transplant. <br><br>Doctors stressed if he did not have this procedure done he probably would not survive past five years. <br><br>Our first order of business was to see if one of his siblings was as match and could be a donor. But unfortunately my uncle was not a match with my dad.  So he will need to register as a donor in Japan.<br><br>Unfortunately, the government sponsored health care does not cover this expense.  All the funds that need to be raised will have to come out of pocket. <br><br> To further complicate the situation the bone marrow unit in Japan is not really good. There are not many registered donors in comparison to other countries. There is a greater chance of finding a matching donor here in the US.  But the cost of the transplant surgery is at least $50,000. This is a very dire situation and the clock is ticking.  <br><br>So I am pleading for any contributions you can provide to help me to raise the needed funds for my dad.  Please find it within your heart to help us to reach our goal of $50,000 so my dad can survive this condition. <br><br>I desperately need your help!<br><br>Thank you<br>

Jason and Tiese Williams

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