My Story in a nutshell

Lets start from the beginning. It was a warm summer day...August 5 19.....lol yeah...not happening.

So I was a singer and a dancer, pursuing the dream, living in New York...I was gonna be HUGE...noone was going to tell me anything different. I dropped out of college...cuz duh...i didn't need that! I lived on my own...cuz...I dont need anyone!!! I GOT THIS! Yeah...I had nothing!!! Surprise....Its a BOY! UMMMMMM that's not the plan....ok....its ok...I STILL GOT THIS!!! Breathe.....You can totally do this. So I got an actual job!!!! I was a Macy's Santa Land Elf....yep....big plans!!! (NO I WILL NOT SHOW YOU A PIC) I even taught dance all through my pregnancy because I am still living the dream....plus...apparently I need to stop relying on my inheritance (no I was not a spoiled rich kid...my dad died when I was 5). So long story short...I gave up my dreams to take care of this adorable baby boy that came out of me!!! YEP I DID THAT!! After he came I fell on hard times...I was out of money and options so I started working in a local hospital back in the Bronx (where I'm from). I worked here for a couple years than BAM...yep more like BOING...I fell. I broke my tailbone (there went my dreams for real now) and I shifted my spine creating nerve damage. I wound up Paralyzed on my right leg and had serious nerve damage down my right arm. Some luck right? Leave it to me to fall and break my a#@. I had to move into a nice luxurious....nursing home. Yep a nursing home....to rehabilitate....no definitely was NOT luxurious. I mean if your definition of luxurious is sharing a room with 5 elderly patients...some of which poo on themselves....scream obscenities all night, and try and attack you verbally and physically if you try and help....than yeah...luxurious. I lived here for 2 years...felt like 367489928274899 years!!! My mom took care of my son.

When they released me they helped me to find an apartment. I was still not mobile, I had a motorized wheelchair. Of course I'm on disability and workman's compensation so I cant afford much like AT ALL so I get a project apartment. Luckily its super close to my mom and grandma so I was ecstatic. Me and my son finally get to be together again. I refused to stay in a wheelchair all my life and accept this fate so I teach myself to walk again. It was slow and painful...but I did it...mostly by myself after the doctors told me that it would NEVER happen. Life's great now right? WRONG!! The bliss was short lived. My son's asthma was getting worse and worse. We were visiting the hospital like twice a month or more...each time getting admitted!!! Even multiple visits to the ICU. Like what the heck is going on right???? Oh wait....then my son's dog dies and my son finds him in his room and on the floor...dead. He is still young and is traumatized and tries to kill himself. So I check him in to get help because I cannot let him harm himself right? He needs to learn how to deal with this. So he comes out he cannot sleep in his room...he doesn't even think he can handle being in the house...so he moves in with my mom. GREAT more time away from my baby boy. NOT what I signed up for. He finally comes back after about a year. I got him a new dog...our baby girl daisy...shes in the pic above. His asthma is getting EVEN WORSE!!! He winds up getting a scarred lung and it is NOT growing properly. He is getting no air in the left lower lung. So we do a small procedure to try and help him. NOPE doesn't work. NOTHING is working. Ceilings falling down in bathroom and living room, black mold revealed all over the bathroom, stove quits working, fridge quits working....mice, roaches, and yep RATS! Well....they are eating our furniture!!! I'm talking like our couch was on the floor and the drawers eaten through...yeah...that bad. The projects were aware and did NOTHING!!! I stopped paying rent to get their attention...of course they let this go because they realize how at fault they are. Doctors are telling me he will not survive long in this environment. What the HE double hockey sticks am I supposed to do?????? I'm on disability and workman's compensation...I don't have time to see the doctors for myself because I'm always in the doctors for him...everything is falling apart!!!

So this is when I find network marketing. I'm not getting into the company and all that here...not the time or place...but lets say that it changed my life around...I reached the top 2% of the company in 2 years and held that position down! I was making significantly more money and can afford a bit more...but NOT New York prices!!! Well we go to the doctor in May of 2017 after yet another ICU hospitalization and the doctor says he CANNOT handle another attack....the right side is starting to be effected and may need a balloon or even a transplant or he can DIE!!! WHAT?!?!!?! So I try to figure out what I can do and she said LEAVE!! I needed to leave where I grew up...where my whole family and support system is. He needs dry climate...preferably somewhere dry that never gets too cold. So I get on my trusty phone and research best places to live for asthmatics. Top two were Arizona, and Las Vegas. Ok so start looking for places. My son's dream is to be an actor and he is PUSHING for L.A...but no...not good for asthma. So then I realized that it is only a 4.5 hour drive from Vegas to L.A. So I buy my one way flights...yep all happened in 2 days. 2 days!!! Now I'm like F&$% We are moving in 5 days!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Gotta find an apartment....gotta pack...and say goodbye to family...OMFG family...how do I tell them?????

So I said....ok no sweat...we can't stress...ONE suitcase each....pack it...everything else stays! He packs his...and I realize....his medical equipment....ok that goes in mine...my business stuff...that goes in mine. I literally had room for 2 pairs of shoes and DAS IT!!! Maybe 2 pairs of black stretchies and 3 shirts and a change of underwear. Like I S%#& you not....that was my packing!!! Two days before we are set to leave and guess what??? The apartment complex calls me back and they can take us...I can sign the lease virtually!!!! They even said we could come on the 11th (the day we fly in) and pick up the keys and move in!!! So yep...never even been to the west coast....and I signed the lease day before we move in and run around picking up the money orders I needed to have and getting my life together. We MOVED TO VEGAS!!! Well a neighboring town but...OMG!!! I picked this apartment on the internet and signed a lease...what the heck was I thinking???? I wasn't....my son...I was not letting him die!!

So we move over here and life gets WAY better...I literally have a crazy change in life and it was AMAZING. Until November. I started getting odd symptoms. I will talk about it more in my next blog post...but I go to the hospital and was diagnosed with Ovarian Cancer.. I loose my disability because workman's comp insurance is not cooperating out here, I have no health insurance (because I loose my Medicare) and the business is slow because well its after Christmas and to be honest...I wasn't working it as well as I should have been. Bills are backing up...and I am at a loss. Eviction pending...and we cannot go back to our old lives...so we literally have set up a go fund me so that I can survive the next couple of months. If you would like to donate to that campaign here is a link. https://www.gofundme.com/helpmelindathefighter​

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