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UPDATE 2: today the news are good. my mom is almost without nothing in her lungs, practically without nothing being drained and i have faith that she’ll be ok soon. i had two donations ‘til now and, my mom getting better and waking up i’ll need to go to the hospital every single day to visit her, i’ll need money to pay for the uber. today, when i heard the good news i started to vomiting. i couldn’t cry bc i was very happy, but i think my body pressure reached almost zero, bc i didn’t saw the toilet, i just get sick all over. she’ll start her meds again and they NEED to be bough. my food is running out, i need to pay my light bill of this month and my rent is coming fast. i was about to back to housecleaning when she get sick and i am in this fight since september 11. going back and forth from the hospital, buying antibiotics and etc. for now she’s there, but she is getting better!!!!!!!! god is amazing!!!!!!!!!!if you can help me, please, donate to my paypal.
The email for PayPal is taixabranches@gmail.com and you need to choose payment for products. I can’t receive personal payments.
on this link you can check all the prescriptions and here you can check everything!!!!! <3
If you’ve been following me for a while, you more than likely know what’s going on, but for those who don’t know: I’ve been in an extremely toxic, abusive relationship for the past 6 ½ years with my son’s father. We have a 3 year old together. While I did leave him last year, I (stupidly) came back in March under the promises of “things would change” etc etc. He has been emotionally, verbally, physically, sexually, and financially abusive. I am cooperating with the state in applying for all kinds of state assistance I am eligible for. I have an apartment and have our most basic needs covered. I need help with covering rent at the end of the month as I can’t do it by myself (my rent is $936), I have no consistent means of transportation (there is no bus/public transit in the city I live in) and I really realllyyy don’t want to have to allow my abuser into my home just to help cover these bills. I can manage on my own, but I need help getting on my feet and establishing my independence in the time being.
Any resources, encouraging words (I have virtually no support system), or other help is so much appreciated.
My PayPal is c.newago@yahoo.com, or PayPal.me/bizaanideewin
Please please don’t send anon hate or criticism, I cannot stress how hard I am struggling with my own guilt and self-blaming right now
Miigwech
I’m having a sale on my website, if donating isn’t your jam.
Bringing this back, with an update: I wasn’t able to survive on my own so I had to let him in. Lo and behold the abuse continues. Today he punched a hole in the bedroom door. My dad is going to cosign for a new apartment for me back in my hometown, as long as I cover the costs he is going to help me move. I’ve already got a rental application submitted. I’m done I’m leaving I’m OUT. I have tangible proof and I can break the lease without repercussions through the domestic violence clause in the lease.
I just need help with the intial moving costs and initial housing costs- the apartment I applied for is $645 a month, security deposit same amount. First months rent and security deposit due at lease signing. Moving costs are around $400 (it’s a 300 mile move so it gets expensive fast)
PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE REBLOG
I’m almost 15% of the way there!! Please boost!
UPDATE: before my best friend came to get me to visit her, he and I got into a huge fight. He was screaming at me at the top of his lungs calling me a selfish bitch and a slut. He then proceeded to tell me Makoons won’t have any parents anymore if I call the cops.
Please boost!! I want to leave BEFORE this escalates!!!!
UPDATE: so it escalated last night. He’s in jail. He’s getting charged for domestic disorderly conduct or some shit like that. Once he’s released from jail he’s legally able to come back, if I take him off the lease I’ll be evicted unless I have a cosigner (which I do not have.) so my options are essentially continue dealing with this or move.
I also have venmo: @binesiikwens
UPDATE: I applied for a 2 bedroom apartment, if it gets approved I’ll be able to move in October 1st! 1st months rent ($700) and $700 security deposit would be due at lease signing, im still a little over $300 short for that AND it’s going to cost me around $3-400 to rent a big enough uhaul and move everything 300 miles. PLEASE PLEASE BOOST! I’m so close to being FREE!!
UPDATE 9/25: I viewed and applied for two different places. If approved and lease is signed, I can move in Oct 1st.
HOWEVER, I talked to property management at my current place and even though I can’t be penalized for breaking my lease, I’m still responsible for ALL of October rent ($936) which I have $202.50 for.. Less than that after paying for gas to get back down to Sun Prairie to start moving my things. Please boost!
So I haven’t updated in a while and I wrestled with whether I should spill my tea online. Well, I’ve been in the hospital all week. I’m doing much better now, but a bitch has been shook. Still waiting to go home now, but I just wanted to let some of y'all who might consider us friends know what’s going on and know that I’m okay.
So turns out:
Since my hospital stay was so sudden, my insurance didn’t cover some expenses and prescriptions which I had to pay for out-of-pocket. Now, I’m out of food and toiletries so if you all could donate, I would appreciate it. I’m on a strict no-salt, fluid restrictive diet, so I can’t do quick fast food and all my pills require being taken with food so this is as urgent as could be. Even if you can’t donate, please share it to someone who might be able to. Thank you so much.
Cashtag: $incogneeco PayPal: selwie15@gmail.com
This is intense; please donate to this lovely human being
Btw I’m still homeless. Staying in a horribly ableist shelter with abusive staff and unable to work. Health has drastically deteriorated. Could really use some help with money just to survive this place.
Goddessrubystarr@gmail.com if you can send anything
The shelter doesn’t have wifi either so I can’t check in much (am in a cafe atm) but ty so so so much to all the people reblogging this and the 2 people who have donated so far <3 please keep going <3
Not had any more donations since I posted the above 3 days ago :(
Potentially have a place but still need money to move in and get my stuff back! And not had any donations here in like a week :(
Have paid admin fees on the place and am only £100 short of getting it now and another £500 short of getting my stuff back! Have a week to get the first part at least - tysm to the couple people who’ve donated! I’m so nearly there! :)
Like £20 short of getting a place now! Tysm guys! Still need £500 to get my stuff back but that’s not sooooo urgent - I don’t have any SW stuff with me currently but it shouldn’t be too hard to buy some basic makeup & outfits and some condoms & lube etc and then I can work from my new place to get money again buuuut I’m still gonna need a bit to get me started with that
So nearly there though!! :D
Please you guys I’m so close but I just need this last little bit before monday to get my place!
Salam Alaikum Tumblr fam. One of my friends living in Kenya is dying from a disease in his throat. It prevents him from eating solid food. His family cannot afford the surgery to treat his condition. Please donate anything you can to help. Help others and Allah will help you https://www.gofundme.com/help-mohamednoor-ali-aden
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To be specific, she has a disorder called Factor V Laiden Thrombophilia (same as me *waves*), a genetic mutation that causes abnormal clotting of the blood. When treated appropriately (I can never take birth control, I’ll develop complications if I ever get pregnant if I’m not careful, and in situations such as long flights I have to make sure to move around as often as possible), it’s manageable.
There’s always a very real sense of danger, however. See, blood clots can form anywhere in the body, and *move* anywhere if not caught quickly enough. If it moves to the heart or the brain, you’re screwed, plain and simple. Even if it doesn’t, and it just stays in your leg and eventually goes away, for example, it leaves damage that is often irreparable.
Fifteen years ago, when my Mom was pregnant with my youngest sister and what would have been her twin, she developed a bloodclot in her left leg. It was late enough in her term that attempting to get rid of it would have meant terminating the pregnancy, and my Mom, after asking if she would die from it and being told no, decided to not go through with the procedure. She lost one of the twins, gave birth to my baby sister, and ever since then has lived with a disability that puts her in constant pain.
The first time I saw her with her bad leg, it was when I was six-years-old. She came home with my little sister–I had to hold her since my Mom needed crutches to get around. She screamed the entire time she walked down the hallway to her room. It hurt her that badly. I’ve never felt more helpless in my entire life. The sound of her crying like that has never ever left me.
The best way to describe the physical atttributes of her leg would be like taking a hot knife and stripping off all the skin of your lower leg. Among the symptoms she’s had for over a decade include: swelling to the point that she’s torn pants, weeping–which means the wound on her leg that never goes away because of the poor bloodflow leaks fluid–to the point that she has to wrap a towel around it, bleeding, the skin cracking and falling off on a regular basis, a higher chance of getting infections (in the past four years, she’s had two staph infections, one of which resulted in an emergency room visit), and the almost complete assurance that in the next ten years, she’ll be completely wheelchair bound.
She raised me and my three other siblings on her own with that disability after my Dad left and our extended family stopped giving a shit about us, and as often as she frustrates me, I want to be able to help her. She has done *so* much for me, and seeing her in pain every single day, having her crying in bed because she thinks nobody will ever love her again because of her bad leg, seeing her cycle through seasons of depression only to fight back with everything she has, seeing the look of hope when she finds something that might fix her leg only to learn that it’s too expensive to get the treatment, kills me. Knowing that it’ll only get worse without proper help hurts more than I can properly articulate. She isn’t the perfect mother, not by a long shot, but I love her and I want to be able to help.
The thing with her leg nowadays is that the bloodclot is gone. It has been for about a decade. It’s the damage it did to the veins that remains. We have yet to encounter a doctor willing to attempt surgery to replace the damaged vein, and everything else has been more for dealing with it than actively trying to find a solution.
We have found one possible one, however. An oxygen treatment that has been proven to help restore bloodflow. The problem is, the treatment is expensive and considered experimental, so it isn’t covered by our insurance.
You’re probably wondering where I’m trying to get at with all of this. It’s simple. One treatment costs 150 dollars, and my Mom would need to do about eight of those in the span of a few months to see any actual improvement. I want to change that. I want to be able to go up to her, tell her, “I’ll handle paying for the oxygen treatments to fix your leg.” I want to be able to see some hope on her face again, instead of the near-constant acceptance that she can’t change it no matter how hard she wants to.
I’m still just that six-year-old kid that wants to help her Mom. The only difference is, I’m not helpless anymore.
On my Patreon, I make a grandiose show of how I want it to help launch my career as a professional writer, which is true, but nestled deep in those descriptions is one throwaway line about helping to pay for medical bills. I didn’t delve deeper into how on there, since as this post shows it gets rather long-winded, but of the many medical bills that comes with this family, the need for my Mom to get this treatment is starting to creep higher and higher. She’s already showing signs of being unable to walk, and her leg is slowly but surely getting worse. Her doctors have even started talking about possible amputation if there isn’t any improvement.
In short, I’m asking you guys for help, because I don’t know what else to do. I don’t want to see my Mom in pain anymore. I know how to help her, but since losing about $500 worth of income last month, my paychecks go towards the bills and such that we already have. I haven’t been able to save like I used to, and the longer we wait the less likely we’ll be able to fix anything.
I need your help, guys. My Mom needs your help. I know this is a longshot. I know I’m not popular, I’m not beloved in a way that warrants having money thrown at me for no good reason, my creations are still fledgling, I know there are people out there that have it so much worse, but I’m still taking this chance. I’m coming with my nose pressed to the ground before you in supplication, and asking from the bottom of my heart: please, help my family.
Whether this story warrants that is beyond me, but stories are all I have.
If you can offer anything, thank you. If all you can do is read this, thank you. There isn’t any guilt here. It’s simply a story and a question from someone with nowhere else to turn. Those don’t always need responses.
Most of us were saddened and disgusted by the graphic photo of the little boy from Claremont, N.H., who was nearly hanged from a tree. If that wasn’t bad enough, the town’s police chief went on record shortly thereafter, saying of the kids who assaulted the biracial 8-year-old: “Mistakes they make as a young child should not have to follow them for the rest of their life.”
In short order, not only did young Quincy get an early lesson in injustice, but he also got a searing taste of a tried-and-true American dictum: Black lives don’t matter (also, the criminal-justice system protects white men; also, nooses are just play things for silly kids; also, white kids who make mistakes will be protected; also, your body is less important than someone else’s “future;” also, racism is OK; also, you’re not safe).
Quincy, who will be 9 years old in about a week, is recovering from his injuries and has started fourth grade, according to his mother, Cassandra Merlin. On Tuesday night, his hometown of about 13,000 held an interfaith vigil in his name, and earlier that day, Claremont Police Chief Mark T. Chase released a “Special Press Release” promising to prosecute the case as a bias or hate crime if the investigation bears that out, a markedly different tact from his initial comments. New Hampshire Gov. Chris Sununu has also sent a team of state prosecutors to help police investigate…
“I want people to know about this; I don’t want it to be hushed down and people acting like it never happened,” [Quincy’s mother] says. “And I want Quincy to know that they’re not going to get away with it. And he doesn’t have to walk down the street in fear. I can’t even let him leave the house by himself now. And that’s really sad because he used to love to be able to do things.”
Here are 4 black mothers you can help. Each have babies
and need your help. They also need to feed themselves. As usual, share
if you’re unable to donate.
Dolly has a baby. they’ve been surviving on juice. Help them eat lunch and dinner. Paypal.me/dollyisded
Marne has a formula fed baby. She’s still unemployed after losing her
job because she couldn’t afford child care. Please help her with the
cost of formula. Paypal.me/marnegrover
Janisha and her baby recently left an abusive environment. She’s safe
but unemployed. She could aways use some extra money for expenses. Paypal.me/JanishaBlair
Kiwana needs help so her girls can return to safe and CAPABLE schools. This is important. Read more here.
