I’m sure everyone who does this says the same thing: “I never thought I’d be the one who was asking for financial help.”
Two weeks ago, I was celebrating my 21-year-old daughter’s graduation. She is severely autistic and epileptic. We moved her to a small group home to learn to be on her own. We found one where she has her own room and is run by lovely, kind people.
On the day of her graduation, I was diagnosed with colon cancer. My mother died of colon cancer at 62, and now at 62, I’m facing the same battle. How could things get worse?
That night, my husband had a fall at work. The doctors suspect he had a seizure. He landed on the top of his head and is now suffering a traumatic brain injury. The doctors say his brain looks like he was playing football without a helmet. He is in rehabilitation for 30 days, then possibly a nursing home if he doesn’t improve enough. Right now, he cannot walk, talk, or have any memory at all. He doesn’t even recognize me or know our daughter’s name.
How does one ask for help? Plenty of friends ask what they can do, but actually having them help is so hard. You hate to say what I need now is medical copay money right away.
