Tag: hope

  • A True Gent Who Will Never Stop Fighting

    Michael was born with Transposition of the Great Vessels and had open heart surgery when he was just a tiny baby. He was doing great, living a normal full happy life. Until a few years ago, when he started having major health problems. His cardiologist said that he would need a transplant but that he wasn’t a candidate for a transplant due to being overweight. He has had many surgeries, several stents, a pacemaker/ defibrillator, av-node ablation, among several others. He coded on the operating table and died and they brought him back to life. It’s been quite the adventure.

    Michal is the most amazing father, friend, husband, brother and man in the whole world. He has always been there for anyone that needed him. From hosting toy and food drives, helping a friend in need, giving the last £5 in his pocket, giving rides, blessing bags for the homeless, fundraisers for others, he is always trying to think of a way to help others.

    Which is why it didn’t surprise me when he decided that he was going to fight this fight, and that he wouldn’t let anything stand in his way. He decided to have gastric surgery, so that he could be a candidate for transplant. Just before the surgery, one of the medicines they gave him caused his kidneys to fail and almost killed him, he had to have dialysis.

    When they took the picc line out, they didn’t apply pressure and just dressed it and left the room. A few minutes later the site burst and was spraying blood everywhere, he pushed the call light and nobody came, finally he started screaming while he was bleeding out and a cleaning lady came running in and grabbed a towel and applied pressure while screaming for help. She saved his life. Fast forward a few months. After special diets, appointments with nutritionists, battles with insurance, he finally was able to have the gastric surgery.

    Shortly after the surgery, he started fainting. He ended up being admitted to the ICU and almost died after he had a massive amount of blood loss in his stomach and went into hypovolemic shock. They saved his life again. Fast forward again, he ended up fainting again and breaking two vertebrae in his lumbar spine. Guess what? He kept fighting! Through lots and lots of hard work and a few tears, a year later he had lost close to 200 pounds and was finally a candidate!! The battle did not end though, this was just his ribbon cutting ceremony.

    There were many other battles along the way. His pacemaker battery had to be replaced, he had to have more stents, heart catheterizations, ablations, and so many procedures, surgeries, hospitalizations and doctors.

    His cardiologist found 2 doctors in Arizona that were capable of performing a transplant as complex as his (his heart is kind of backwards so they need to be not only qualified in heart transplants but also congenital birth defects of the heart). The first doctor in Tucson said absolutely not, he refused to even see him. The second doctor at Mayo said that he would be willing to do an evaluation.

    His insurance approved the first appointment…after that…let’s just say Mayo was not the easiest hospital to work with. It took over a year, countless hours of phone calls, arguments with Mayo and the Insurance company, we weren’t getting anywhere. Finally we caught a break, we were blessed with an amazing caseworker who personally knew the director of his insurance company! She was able to get things moving! He saw the doctors at Mayo and had probably 50 tests and appointments. It was finally the day we found out if they were going to approve him for the transplant list!!! Yay!!!

    We get to the appointment and the doctor says, unfortunately the doctor that was going to do the transplant has moved to a different hospital in California! They said they didn’t have anyone capable of doing his heart transplant and they denied him because he was too high of a surgical risk.

    So I suppose at this point, he could have easily given up and nobody would’ve blamed him. However if you haven’t learned by now, Michael does not give up!

    So we tracked down the doctor in California, made some changes to health insurance, and contacted his office. His nurse knew who Mike was! He must’ve made an impact somehow! So fast forward again, we had Mayo send all of the test/eval results to UC San Diego Hospital. Then we had to go to San Diego and be admitted for more testing. Finally some good news….the doctor had agreed to proceed with trying to get Michael on the transplant list!!! However, since he is in California and we are in Arizona, we’ve had to make trips monthly or bi-monthly for tests, procedures, checkups, occasionally hospitalizations and other medical stuff.

    Michael has had many other health battles in the meantime. One of them was his foot. He had MRSA and sepsis from a bad bone infection in his foot. He had to have surgery and was on IV antibiotics for several months. When that did not work and he went septic and almost died, they amputated his toe. His immune system was so weak that he has caught just about every cold and flu going around that year. It was an extremely difficult year for all of us.

    Fast forward again. Michael had gone through all of the screening and testing at UCSD (University of California San Diego). The transplant team has agreed to take Mike’s case and feel confident that they can do a successful heart transplant. They have listed him on the transplant list as of October 2017. He started as a status 2, and then his heart failure rapidly decided, and they were able to bump him to a 1b. Now we just have to wait until they can find a matching donor. This is the next challenge in the journey. Because Michael is 6’6” and blood type O-. They haven’t found anything yet that even comes close to being a good match.

    Fast forward again. Michael’s health continues to decline. He is constantly on 3 liters of oxygen and his heart is not strong enough to pump blood through his body so he faints frequently. They are worried that his heart strength is rapidly declining faster than expected and feel that the LVAD (left ventricular assist device) will be needed for him to make it to transplant. The LVAD is considered a bridge to transplant in this case. It will require open heart surgery, a pump installed on the outside of his heart with wires coming out of his stomach to a battery pack that will be worn around his waist. This pump will beat his heart for him. These batteries must be charged every 6 hours and will keep him alive until they find a matching donor heart.

    Fast forward again. Michael had the LVAD surgery. He is now dependent upon batteries and electricity to keep him alive. Unfortunately because of the anatomy of his heart, they had to put the LVAD in at an angle and it is hitting the septum in his heart. So he is constantly going into v-tach which is a very dangerous heart rhythm. The only thing they can do now is hope to find a matching donor and to have a heart transplant. We are hoping that the vtach gets better with time. It has been quite the roller coaster. He was inpatient in the hospital for 36 days, he had developed an infection from his picc line and had a rough couple of weeks. He has been discharged now and we are currently staying in an apartment right next to the hospital. There wasn’t much more they could do for him in the hospital, so now we just wait and keep a close eye on him.

    Michael’s doctor was able to bump him up to a status 1A so he is currently at the top of the waiting list in San Diego for a transplant. They are getting matches, just nothing perfect for him yet. So they are continuing to look through the offers. We are just praying for a good match now. One that will give him a long healthy life with his family and allow him to do things that he never dreamed were possible! 💜

    We hope that he can walk his baby girl down the isle someday. .

    We will not stop fighting! He deserves a long happy healthy life, just like you and I!

    Please take a look at Michael’s Facebook page

    Facebook.com/Newheartformichael

  • Lady Wants To Find Kind Hearted Little Girl Can You Help?

    So today we went to the park … I’m not going to lie I hate taking kacie to the park … the stares, the fact she can’t really use much is a total nightmare ….

    We were standing watching all the kids in the water and this little girl comes over and said as blatant as ever “what’s the matter with her” I said ahh she’s got something called sma . So she asked the usual can she walk ect …. I said no … she said ” ahh right give me her here and I’ll push her she can come and play with us”

    Thankyou Demi you’ve made kacies day ❣️

    By Nicole Williams

    Spinal muscular atrophy (SMA) is a genetic disease affecting the part of the nervous system that controls voluntary muscle movement. Most of the nerve cells that control muscles are located in the spinal cord, which accounts for the word spinal in the name of the disease.

    Symptoms of SMA may include:

    • muscle weakness and decreased muscle tone.
    • limited mobility.
    • breathing problems.
    • problems eating and swallowing.
    • delayed gross motor skills.
    • spontaneous tongue movements.
    • scoliosis (curvature of the spine)

    Can you help Nicole Williams to find this lovely kind hearted girl? Please share

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  • Relapse In Mental Health Is Hilarious Isn’t It

    Demi Lovato overdosing in her $8mil home is the newest punchline for memes.

    She joins the Bipolar relapse walk of fame in the company of 2007 Britney Spears and Amanda Bynes’ Twitter rampages.

    Relapse is hilarious.

    Hilarious until it’s Robin Williams spending his whole life making others happy – just to end his own with a rope around his neck.

    It’s all SO funny until it’s tragic.

    Until it’s your sister’s lifeless body on the floor, accompanied by an empty bottle of her medication. Until it’s your son alone in his room with a razor to his wrist. Or your Mum who hasn’t left her bed for a week.

    Mental illness looks like so many things.

    It’s Carrie Fisher on 7 different medications, 3 times per day. It’s Jim Carrey and Ben Stiller and Stephen Fry.

    It might look like your mate who hasn’t been to school in 2 weeks and won’t answer your calls. Or the neighbour you haven’t seen leave the house this month, and you can see the dirty dishes as a mountain through the window. It might be the teen on drugs or the girl you know who’s always too shaky to speak. One day, it might even be your own reflection.

    It’s 1 in 4 people you know. 25% of us have a problem with our mental health and too many more have a problem with that.

    As Kevin Breel said,

    “…unfortunately, we live in a world where if you break your arm, everyone runs over to sign your cast, but if you tell people you’re depressed, everyone runs the other way. That’s the stigma. We are so, so, so accepting of any body part breaking down, other than our brains. And that’s ignorance. That’s pure ignorance. And that ignorance has created a world that doesn’t understand depression, that doesn’t understand mental health.”

    Demi, our love is with you. 🌻❤️

    Full credit to The girl in the sunflower dress Facebook page

  • Internet Gets Manager Sacked Who Has No Compassion

    Crystal Reynolds Fisher posted some screen shots of text messages she had sent her manager at the convenience store where she worked, Crystal explains that her son is still on LIFE SUPPORT so would be unable to come into work, you would think the only reply would be of compassion and love. Crystal wrote along side the screen shots

    “so my son is on life support and i tell my boss 48 hour before I am due to work that I will  not be able to work until my son is off life support and this is what she tells me”.

    Internet Gets Manager Sacked Who Has No Compassion

    Internet Gets Manager Sacked Who Has No Compassion

    It unfortunately gets worse and Dawn clearly doesn’t have an ounce of goodness in her soul.

    Internet Gets Manager Sacked Who Has No Compassion

    Internet Gets Manager Sacked Who Has No Compassion

    Dawn still doesn’t care

    Internet Gets Manager Sacked Who Has No Compassion

    Internet Gets Manager Sacked Who Has No Compassion

    Ok Dawn is heartless and totally unprofessional  but the internet on this one occasion isn’t, the post received thousands and thousands of replies and shares and the company which employ Crystal in Albion Michigan saw it.

     The Food Mart posted on their Facebook page “we would like to follow-up on the issue brought to our attention recently regarding how an employee time off request was handled by one of our managers. We investigated and have found that the situation was handled improperly and without the compassion that we value as a company. For that, we are very sorry.As a result of this finding, we took quick action and that manager is no longer employed by PS Food Mart. We have also reaffirmed to our employee that she will be able to take all the time off that she needs during this difficult period. We’d like to thank the public for their concern”.

     

    We are pleased to hear the company dealt with this situation quickly and we hope that Crystals is on the road to recovery.

  • Dear Autism and ADHD Thanks A Bunch

    Dear Autism and ADHD Thanks A Bunch

    Because of you I have never known a day of normal parenting. Because of you neither of my children will ever know a normal day, or be able to interpret their surroundings correctly.

    Because of you, the world can be a scary place to them, and to me. I worry all the time, about the next melt down, the next anxiety attack, or screaming tantrum that makes every parent in a store turn and look my direction.

    I worry my children will never have a normal life, a normal career, a normal anything. Despite that, you still don’t DEFINE my children. You don’t have control, and despite the countless hours of therapy, intervention, extra time chasing down teachers, IEP/Sen and researching more ways to help them, you still won’t win.

    The things we have been through make us stronger… our house is full of love. Because of great doctors, and specialists, we are able to communicate, understand, find interventions we need. It’s not a normal life… but by all means, it’s still a good one.

    I’m thankful you are Autism and Adhd instead of Cancer, or the many other conditions that could be considered worse. Autism and Adhd you have taught me how to be more patient, you have taught me how to love stronger, how to be smarter, how to be more resourceful as a parent.

    You’ve taught me to educate, to advocate, to stand up for what I believe in (my kids). You’ve taught me to be more understanding of other parents, to fight harder, to be there more, to have more faith. Because of you, I’m better as a parent. I pay attention more. I worry more… I’m more involved because I need to be, not just because I want to be. So thanks, Autism and Adhd because my kids are worth the fight.

    All My Love A Tired Stressed Out Mum With A Full Heart

  • These Are My Hope Marks- It Represents So Much

    “I once was her, the “one,” waiting, wishing, hoping to be a Mother. Finding out I was finally going to be a Mom was one most incredible feelings. It didn’t matter whether I was going to give birth naturally or have a cesarean (we are all rockstars btw). And it didn’t matter that my body was going to change drastically. I was finally going to be a Mom, a Mom to triplets! And although I never imagined my body would look the way it does now, it represents so much more.

    There is a lot of extra skin, stretch marks, sag and wrinkles. And while my new Mom body may be hard to love sometimes, it is a new me that represents the power of the female body and the miracle of carrying three babies.

    I call my postpartum marks my “Hope wounds” and they have taught me a greater meaning of self-love and appreciation for my body. There is empowerment for yourself in loving yourself.

    Our postpartum marks are stories of hope, stories of love, and sometimes stories of loss. There is so much beauty in our Mom bodies because above all they represent life, our children, and the undeniable love we have for them.

    For the “one”somewhere wishing, hoping, praying for her miracle, this is for you. May you have hope in your journey and be reminded that you are never alone.

    And to all the Mama’s struggling to love themselves: you’re beautiful, strong, and may you be empowered to love yourself a little more today!!”

    credit to the The Fortin Trio

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  • Ladies Stop Being So Weak You Got This

    I want everyone who’s out there crying over a man to read this.

    I was diagnosed stage 3 of breast cancer when I was six months pregnant with my son, my life changed forever after that❗ After my son was born his dad walked right out my life, He didn’t give two fucks that I was dying, 😓 he had more important things he had in mind as far as his life.

    I had only had my son home for a week… could only hold him with my left arm because I had my breast removed TWO DAYS BEFORE. I could barely feed him but I DID IT…I could barely change him BUT I DID it… yes I cried… yes I screamed… I BEGGED god 🙏🏼 to not let me go through all this at one time…but I had to fight it!

    I could barely feed my damn self. I almost didn’t make it through the first week. But look at me now 6 weeks on still fighting, still breathing and still being an amazing um to my awesome son. If I can do it with nobody by my side I sure as hell know you women can also!

    Stop being so weak. Stop letting people see you guys go crazy over someone who DOESNT give a damn about u! I had to deal with my man leaving me not caring I barely had much time left. But it’s okay! Shit happens! Stay strong! Because now I’m smiling and almost done with radiation and will have both of my breasts back soon. The crying is over! I’ve never felt stronger in my life.

    Be strong ladies, be brave and most importantly be the best mum you can be, you got this girl.

    Written by the amazingly strong Bianca Rodriguez

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  • Please Don’t Call Him A Rape Baby

    Please Don’t Call Him A Rape Baby

    Three years ago I had to work late due to dead lines on a project I was assigned to, it was around 10pm when I finally left the office, I was desperate to get home as I knew I had an early night and just wanted something to eat and to soak in the tub.

    I made a huge error of judgement and decided to cut through a dark car park cutting off ten minutes of my journey home.

    I was half way through the car park when I was pulled into a van, I don’t remember much other than his body on top off mine and being in pain, I must have blacked out!

    I awoke 2 or 3 hours later two miles from home in a dark ditch, with no clothes and blood dripping down my thighs.

    I crawled through the mud and grass to the side of the road and a lorry driver stopped, the kindest man who wrapped me in a blanket and held me as I sobbed, he wanted to take me to the hospital but I just wanted to go home.

    The next morning I washed and dressed for work and god knows why but I pretended it hadn’t happened, I just carried on as normal.

    I smiled, I joked, I socialized, until 14 weeks later I discovered I was pregnant, the rape really did happen, it all came flooded back to me, memories are vague but now I was carrying my rapist baby.

    I visited my parents and poured out everything that had happened my mother was so great so kind so understanding, we talked about options but this baby wasn’t to blame, it was my child.

    I eventually gave birth to a beautiful red-haired little boy called *John*, my family really supported me other than my sister-in-law who kept referring to him as the rape baby, always asking does my son look like the rapist, how can you love a baby conceived by rape? Even suggested I put him up for adoption as when he finds out how he came into this world he will hate himself.

    He is NOT a rape baby, I do not see my rapist in my sons eyes, he is my light after a dark time, he is my hope, he is my heart, he is my son!

    *name has been changed to protect identity*