I came to Wyoming in 1997 to help my Mother with her significant other. At that time I was a single mother of a 3 year old boy (who was in need of medical attention due to mental health disorder) and facing a divorce. I re-married a local man in early 1998 and had another son by the end of the year. Devin - who also proved to immediately need medical attention for mental, speech, and motor skill needs requiring special schooling as he grew older- This giving me the chance and opportunity to open a child care in my home for children that were not able to get into regular “Child Care Centers”. At the same time I kept working for my mother, helping her with her boyfriend,
I have met a lot of people in this time, many in need of help, and none that I have turned away from my doorstep regardless the cost (monetary or otherwise) to myself or the family. I have always helped anyone who has come to me with any problem, I have always found some way to help them in their particular need.
In early 2000 we noticed my health was starting to fail. In 03 I had a massive hysterectomy and a divorce all in the same month, and by late 2009 it was becoming sadly evident that something was terribly wrong. All the while I kept working as a private care provider for her mother’s boyfriend and held any other job my health would allow, getting released often times due to health issues or the many surgeries I have had to endure. June of 2010 was the very last time I was able to hold a job to support myself and my boys.
Even then I still would take in anyone who needed help, helping them get back on their feet by giving them what little I had to offer, sharing what little food I had, giving them a place to lay their head, and a place to call home until they could move on and believe me, often times they moved on with whatever they wanted of our stuff, and unfortunately that has taken everything away from me and the family. Now that I am no longer able to work I feel a deep sorrow because I am no longer able to replace what has been taken from my children and yet I do not have it in my heart to stop helping those who need help, forgiving those who have done wrong.
I was finally granted disability in November 2012, and my doctors here have helped me as much as they can, but everyone is running out of answers. We have gone to Casper repeatedly with repeated surgical procedure, to no avail, and now have started the costly trips to Salt Lake City Utah. Unfortunately these trips are more costly then I can afford and I has to plan and save for them out of the $463 I receives from disability every month. The trip alone costs me $500 so you can see I do not go there very often due to the costs. I am barely able to pay normal living costs with that amount, much less have to set any aside for those costly trips.
I have family Back in Pennsylvania, whereas here I have no one, my boys and I live alone with only my Private Care Provider, his daughter, and an adopted son as companions.
I want to go back home, back to my family , back to a environment where there are more doctors as well, as it happens my family lives between Hershey Hospital and Medical Research center, Geisinger Hospital and Lewisburg Hospital, all are very well known. Between these hospitals something could be found that could help with my mind numbing pain due to fibromyalgia, or my spine issues that have not been addressed by doctors locally , or my intestinal issues that will continue to get worse as I gets older, or stomach issues that have the doctors here confused and unsure, and that are now suggesting either removal of over half of my stomach or insert feeding tubes and med tubes , or my seizure like migraines, or my heart problems that continue to get worse as time marches on ,all of this I suffers daily…. And every day new things are discovered…..
No more having to save for months at a time to go see a doctor that only tells me that he does not have any answers. No more surgeries, that I know I will only have to have again and again, alone!!, If it does stay like this for me for the rest of my life , I will have family sitting at my bedside when I wake up. My boys will finally know what it means to have a family, something that they know nothing about, keep in mind it had always only been Steven (now age18), and Devin (now age 14)and myself against the world. Imagine,……. imagine what it would feel like going to bed being those boys , knowing your mom is sick , knowing someday you will wake up and you will be suddenly all alone..........Please Help Send them home, and find a place to live in when they get there.