I am 54 years old and disabled. I am very private and simple. I am married and work a few hours at the local convenience store for money to pay for treatments. I have stage 3 congestive heart failure. My quadruple bypass failed. I am also an insulin-resistant type 1 diabetic with a severe autoimmune disease. I have just been diagnosed with Severe rheumatoid arthritis, the bone-crippling one.
Evey day i awake with fluid around my heart and face. I cannot close or grip for a few hours due to the swelling. I have to sleep with a CPAP because lying down smothers me, which also causes me to have an irregular sleep pattern. And just recently they have found a mass in my stomach, and it requires me to travel to Indiana.
I have never had to ask for help. I am putting myself out there because I can no longer handle the extreme stress of having 1 vehicle. I must go to several appointments weekly. I have to go to mental health therapy. I have no family, I have only my daughter who live in another state and my husband. We survive on SSI. We have one vehicle that we must baby so my husband can go to work.
All I want is to be able to have a vehicle I can trust and rely on. I am tired. I volunteer with Soldiers Angels and local and other state Honor Flights for Veterans. I have been honored with 2 presidential awards for my service. I would rather these funds go to a single mom, but honestly, I need a break. I need not to worry about one thing. I know that my congestive heart failure is worsening. I know my fate. But I haven’t finished sharing my purpose. Please help me find a vehicle good on gas, great for travel. Nothing fancy. Bluetooth a must, AC required and something with low mileage. I know I will never own a new car or a car with less than 120000 miles, but I can stick that little gleam of maybe in this if i am putting myself out here.
I have nothing to hide. I cannot afford a payment on anything. I can afford insurance.
I choose to be kind. My gift is that at least one-person because of a random act of kindness even if its a card in the mail with stickers all over. But at least someone knows for a moment that that are thought of and smile for a moment.
And just know for a person like myself to put my life out here to be judged and surely questions. Please know, I hide nothing. Dot attacks my last act of selfishness before I put on that positive face and figure it out. If you don’t feel I deserve help, I’m not mad. But please don’t attack my life.