The CV19 "Saving Lives" nationwide ad nauseum chant has failed for my girl. The one-time $1200 to cover 4 months of NY living expenses is long gone (that came in March, by the way). My daughter's medical insurance has been abruptly cancelled. Again. 3rd time. Since May. The same "mystery" that no "expert" can explain. That means that Medicaid services stopped. Julie has a surgical procedure which requires attention. That means she can't see her colorectal surgeon for follow ups she urgently needs. That means that my paycheck, tied to her Medicaid, is no more. That means she can't pay for her healing therapies. That means I can't shop for her optimal dietary needs and supplies. That means that no allopathic physician will advocate for her, unless we pay out of pocket for the favor. "Saving lives..." Julie, entirely against the thought alone, had no choice but to admit herself to the hospital on Saturday. To rack up more medical debt, to be able to request a visit from the surgeon, which cannot be denied to her as a hospital inpatient. My girl and I are broke (fighting for her insurance for almost 2 months on emergency savings has financially drained us both), both systematically abused, and both very angry. But she's in dire need of financial help. Julie and I are asking for the amount that would cover one month's worth of healing expenses, which includes her tailored diet, oils, salves, tinctures, adult diapers, bed pads, gauze, other medical supplies, IV infusions, supplements, transportation, the list is endless. Lost services, lost help. "Saving lives..." I believe that my girl will be in victory, no doubt, this too shall pass, However, at this particular juncture in her journey towards healing, our inner resources have been tested. My girl's feeling the physical changes. (Julie wanted her "before" picture used for this...) No, I won't go to the dark side.... Yet,.. We've tried everything within our power to avoid asking for this type of help, as we both know everyone is hurting. But, as most of you realize, Julie is my heartbeat. When she suffers, and through no fault of her own, my compass can get a little tacky. $1 or a fervent prayer is what we ask of you. Not at all easy... We know... But my gratitude is genuine. Thank you. My prayers for all of you never ends either. We love you.