This is a desperate move on my part because we have to come up with 200.00 by Friday Dec. 31,2021.. I tried a previous fund raiser to avoid the predicament. It raised ZERO. Now it’s come down to being 1 day away from a catastrophe. The rest of the entry explains how we got here. This is a legit request and once we make it we will not be asking for further donations. In fact, we will be glad to help others as we get on our feet!
It’s hard to believe it was back in 2020 when all this happened; around the same time Covid was just breaking out in the United States. We weren’t in lockdown yet and nobody was talking about masks.
My husband had a sudden and severe outbreak of cellulitis. He’d had it several times in the past but it was always mild and treatable at home.
It wouldn’t take long and it would clear up fairly quickly.Not this time.It was so red it was close to maroon and so painful he could hardly walk.It happened in the usual spot, just below his kneecap [left leg]. We’d never seen anything like it nor did we realize how serious this was going to get.
A couple days into it i made an appointment for him with our pcp. He gave him a prescription for antibiotic and advised him to go the hospital because of a 103 temp. Husband said he would give it the weekend and if he wasn’t better he would go. By Monday the pain was unbearable. I had to call the ambulance.
The ER admitted him & the nightmare began. I went to see him. He mentioned how he couldn’t see out of one eye. They were going to have an optometrist come in the next day & examine him. IF they had been more on the ball they would have realized this could be a sign of stroke.i had no idea myself;but you think they would.
He never got the chance to see the optometrist. i got a call that night they were whisking him out to a higher care hospital. No explanation, nothing. He went into their ER where they ran one test then called me. He was already sedated so they needed my consent to do a t-scope. i asked some questions then gave consent.
i get a call soon after and they were whisking him off to an even higher care hospital. i won’t say where but i will say he will never go there again. By this time my head was spinning. I had no clue what was going on. Everything happened so fast too.
I did get a diagnosis and i had to head to this city to sign consent forms. Here’s the breakdown.The cellulitis went into bacterial endocarditis and sepsis. It damaged his mitral valve. He had vegetation on his heart.At the time none of this meant anything to me and he had to have open heart surgery. Before i got a ride with his [wonderful] son
i hit the internet with hours of research. We went to the heretofore unnamed city and it was a horrible sight. He was not himself;not even close. I met the doctor and team,signed the consent forms for the surgery,came back home and decided hell no! i made up my mind to go with his wishes. All he kept saying is he wanted to come home.
Here he had fallen out of bed so they sent him down for a CT scan to make sure there was no brain bleed.This is when they found out he’d had 2 strokes.i’m assuming the 1st was mild and the 2nd followed. I’m also assuming they had happened back at the first hospital. I realized had he never mentioned a test they would never have told me what happened.
I and the hospital from hell did battle. They insisted on a nursing home for him when they knew i was clear a nursing home was out. Adamant in fact.
i had already made arrangements for the VNA* to come in,a therapist and one aide to help me care for him. The hospital said no way;it would be THEIR city or OURS at a rehab nursing home. PERIOD.
The battle was on but they held the cards in the end so i decided it’d be one step closer to home to get him in our city. Yes, he did come home and i already had everything set up for the Cleveland Clinic including the surgeon for the surgery i knew he had to have.
They knew i was adamant about him not being sent to a nursing home. It was a clear directive; non-negotiable.On the plus side he’d be out of there. It couldn’t be worse.
Meantime a friend of ours came to me and needed a place to live. I found her a really nice place here with rent that would fit her budget so she applied for it.She got it. A catch;she had the first months rent but not the 500.00 security deposit. i got a 6 month special loan i knew we’d be approved for with our credit union. No credit check required.
An absolute guaranteed 500.00 loan but it was 6 months and the payments ran from 88-89 per month, automatically taken from our direct deposit. i made it clear to her as each payment came up she would have to pay us.We couldn’t afford to make the payments but if she would agree to cover them we could do it.
We had the 500.00 in hand that week and she made her payment by that Friday as required. She didn’t pay us back a dime and eventually skipped out of town. i’m guessing she gave the landlord the shaft too.
Think it was a pretty good guess?
Now we need money to cover the expenses of going to the Clinic. We managed but its finally caught up with us and we’re now short on rent and bill money. i sent out a tweet back when i had 10k followers thinking if even some of my followers pitched in 1.00 we could make it. i got 0.
Nothing. Zip. So i’ve decided to give it a try again under the new account and hope for the best. Love the old axiom,never a borrower or lender be but having always lived by that axiom, now find we ignored the never lend part and have got ourselves into the borrow part,
Would i ever help someone in need again? Help as in not expect repayment. Of course, if i could. Not if we were in a predicament such as this one. We were trying to help but more as a loan than a gift.
He’s doing well. Fortunate to even be alive.Hats off to Dr Unai at Cleveland for the fantastic job he did and my husband’s son for being the tremendous support he was.He couldn’t help financially but he wasn’t short with the moral support we really needed! Fell in love with Cleveland.
The people were so friendly there. Not a fan of the big city at all but if we had to pick one it would be Cleveland. A tad pricey though. We could never afford it. Keep that in mind if you ever visit Cleveland.
Besides the Cleveland Clinic being a highly professional hospital there was one really big difference between them and the ‘other’ place. The doctor at Hospital Hell was in a rush to do the surgery.
I’m telling you straight up the shape my husband was in he would never have come out of the operating room. When he was done with all the testing at Cleveland the surgeon told us to take him home, get him healthy and make an appointment for the surgery in months.
We picked Sept/Oct. Music to my ears. My gut instinct was spot on and husband got his wish to come home. None of this was fun. i broke down in tears several times. There was a lot of pressure to let the first doctor do the surgery right off the bat but i could not bring myself to give consent.Once we got to the Clinic i felt a huge sense of relief.
If you have any questions re the illness he had,the Clinic or anything else related to this experience don’t be afraid to ask,k? I hope you would consider pitching in a few dollars.We’ll get on our feet again and one day pay it forward.
*VNA Visiting Nurses Association. They administered his antibiotic intravenously and checked his vitals etc.
Husband had the open heart surgery. They found no vegetation. They were planning to replace the mitral valve but once they got a good view they only had to go with a repair.
Yes, the regurgitation was getting severe so the surgery couldn’t be postponed too long but it’s amazing he survived all that he did and it worked out so well. We self isolated when we got home from Cleveland. Covid was starting to break out by this time.i recall seeing just one person wearing a mask at the Clinic. It’s possible he was from another country.
Thank God for Dr Unai and the Clinic.It’s a shame he couldn’t have been there in the first place. If i knew at that moment what i know now he would have gone there instead. He has some minor issues due to stroke but that too could have been far worse. He had anointing of the sick. i consider his recovery a miracle.