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Hi we are the Jordan Family and we need your help.
Our story might sound unbelievable but it is our true life horror story.
Ive been a proud person all of my life and sharing our story is one of the hardest things I have ever had to do, but we are at a point in our lives where the most unimaginable nightmare has occured.
It has been a trickle effect over the years that we have tried to overcome but life has a funny way of throwing roadblocks in your way. Please read the whole story and pass it along to everyone you know. Even if you can't help maybe someone out there that you know can. We don't know where else to go.
My husband is a Disabled Iraq War Vet who sustained multiple injuries from multiple roadside bombs. I am disabled with multiple diseases and a heriditary form of cancer, my oldest son was in a major car accident and sustained multiple spinal fractures and is stuck in a hospital bed. We have four children and the system has failed us. My mom and dad both died from cancer and my husbands mom was murdered. This is just a snapshot of our life. Please read and share our story.
Our story truly starts 7 years ago when our youngest son Matthew was born premature with severe adult pnemonia and heart problems and he stayed in NICU for a month. He was then released and immediately contracted RSV-Respitory Syncytial Syndrome Virus. It was touch and go for a while but with medication and a breathing machine he overcame this obstacle.
Not even a few weeks after my son was released my husband was deployed to Iraq as part of the SURGE and was gone for 15 months as he was stop-loss. I was left to work a full time job and raise 4 small children on my own. During this time I had an array of illnesses start and went to the Dr. multiple times only to end up with multiple diagnosis. My health started to decline at first slowly then rapidly and I was no longer able to work.
My husband had to come back on emergency leave to relocate me and the kids to Kansas to stay with a friend, so she could help with the kids while he was in Iraq until he returned.
Unfortunately my husband had been hit by multiple roadside bombs and sustained many injuries while he was finishing his deployment. He served the remainder of his term and is permanently disabled.
If not dealing with with his return and being sick having multiple diagnosis of Lupus, Multiple Sclerosis, Fibromyalgia, Chronic Fatigue Syndrome and ALS was not enough, we recieved a call on Valentines Day-which is also my oldest sons birthday, from a Detective that my husbands mom had been found dead in her apartment and that a murder investigation was being started and that we needed to go out there as soon as possible.
We got on the first flight possible and moved the kids back to California. The man responsible was charged with False Imprisonment and Assalt and Battery but they did not have enough evidence to charge him with anything else.
My health continued to decline and at this point I was in a wheelchair, I had Bells Palsy-which is facial paralysis, could not see out of one eye, lost my hearing, could barely talk and my memory was diminishing.I was having heart problems, breathing problems and severe pain. I had forgotten how to do the most basic things and even started to forget my kids names.
I told my husband one day that I wanted it all to end that this was not living anymore and that I dont know how much longer I could go on. He told me not to give up, that i was the love of his life and that the kids need me and that we would find someone out there that would figure out what was wrong with me.
A few days later my husband found a Dr. in San Francisco who cared enough and he stated that he would get down to the bottom of my sickness and would not stop until he figured out what was wrong. My husband made an appointment and we flew out there right away. After hundreds of tests he found out what was truly wrong with me and started me on treatment right away. I had Chronic Late Stage Lyme Disease, Bartonella, Babesia and Lynch Syndrome- a form of herediatary cancer. The CLSLD-Chronic Late Stage Lyme Disease was effecting all of the organs in my body including my brain.
I started out on oral Medication which then progressed to daily IV medication and had a PICC line inserted into the large vein in my heart.
Fast Forward 2 1/2 years later. I was out of the wheelchair , had regained my sight and hearing, most of my memory had come back and we thought we were in the clear and this horrible nightmare was almost over. We bought our forever home, my oldest son was about to graduate high school and become a police officer and things were looking brighter. I had my PICC line removed after 2 1/2 years and went on maintainence medication.
Then one month later the horror story began again. I became very ill and at first we thought it was just athe winter flu, but after a few weeks we realized that was not the case.I had lost all feeling in both legs from the knee down and started losing it in my fingers as well. It was very painful and I could not walk. I was immediately put back into the hospital and had to have another PICC line inserted and agressive treatment had to resume.
We went through our life savings which wasn't much to begin with we had no insurance and my treatment was astronomical. We decided as a family to sell the house and move since my treatment was necessary to sustaining my life and my family.
This was supposed to be a good thing...country air, cheaper cost of living and hopefully enough money to cover my medical bills. This was not the case. We were sold a lemon of a house that is literally falling apart around us, there is mold everywhere, the roof is falling apart, the carpet was molded and wet from water damage, the cabinets were falling apart, there is a problem with the electrical, the windows leak and are failing and the doors were rotten and falling apart, as were the walls surrounding the doors from all of the water damage and none of this was ever disclosed to us. We even had an inspection but somehow all of this was missed.
Since the house we purchased was out of state we were unable to be there for the inspection because we were in the process of packing and in route to the new house, so we left this up to the inspector and the real estate agent. If we would have known everything that was wrong with the house we would have never purchased it. Especially in my medical condition. We needed a clean environment for my daily IV treatments. We learned our lesson DO NOT TRUST ANYONE. We were taken advantage of and all we were told was we are sorry you are going through this.
My oldest son graduated and said mom before I go to the academy I am going to get a summer job so I can help pay for some repairs and your medical bills. I thought how proud I am to have raised such a wonderful son.
My nightmare did not end..the morning of my sons job interview he left a 6:05 am i made some coffee and waved goodbye I barely made it back to my bed when the phone rang and i saw that my son was calling. I thought he must have forgotten his wallet or maybe needed a jacket because it was kinda foggy and cold that morning. Just as i answered the phone I knew something was seriously wrong. All i heard was the most gut wrenching cries for help and my son saying mom help me. I quickly yelled for my daughters to stay on the phone with their brother as me and my husband went to look for my son.
We found him not even 10 minutes from the house laying half in the road, half in the embankment. He was crying, his shoe was laying in the middle of the road and the car was totally smashed. A family of deer had jumped in front of the car and my son swerved to miss them which caused him to spin out of control and flip the car multiple times. He somehow managed to crawl out of the car and call for help.
Lifelight was on their way but the ambulance happened to be at the firehouse just minutes away and they arrived on the scene first. My son had sustained multiple spinal fractures, a crushed lung and multiple contusions all over his face and body. He is in a back cast and laying in a makeshift hospital bed that we found at a thrift store. Its not the real deal but we made it work.
Now he has no insurance and his medical bills are piling up too. The state denied assistance to us and we are literally drowing in debt. I cant afford to even take him for follow up visits because I cant pay for them. Its not fair that we have to decide between mine and my sons treatment and how we are going to pay the bills and get food. My son needs assitive equipment and is going to need physical therapy. His bills have totalled over $35K and mine are over $120K. Continued treatment for me is over $5k a month.
I went without treatement for a few months so I could pay the bills and pay for one visit to the Dr. for my son but then I compromised my health and I am back in a wheelchair again. I started having slight facial paralysis and my hearing and sight are starting to diminsh again. The pain I experience in my body on a daily basis I would not wish on my worst enemy and to top it off I can't do anything to help my son who is in the next room laying in bed with a fractured spine while I lay here and type.
I feel like I failed as a mother to protect my children, to be a good wife to my husband. I blame myself for my sons accident because if i wasn't so sick and he wasn't trying to help me, then maybe just maybe he would still be ok. If I wasn't sick then maybe we would still be in our forever home and things would go back to the way they used to be.
I dont know what else to do other than put our story out there and hope that someone hears our tragedy and can help in some way. This is our last hope because we have tried everything to our ability, but when you have 3 disabled people who are sick all the time you can only accomplish so much.
Please I want to make it to see my oldest son heal, my daughters get married, have children, watch my youngest son play ball and have fun, but i can't because I am confined to a bed worried on a daily basis not only if I am going to survive this, but how are we going to make it to the next day.
If I only have a small time left in my life I want to make the memories happy and rememberable to not only myself, but to my husband and children as well. Not like this.
Any help we recieve will go straight to all medical for my son and for his rehabilitation he is only 18 and deserves a bright future and good life. If there is enough support we will use the rest of the money to pay for my continued life sustaining care and to try and fix the major issues with the house before the cold winter starts.
If anyone is so generous enough to donate their professional skills to assist with home repairs and are licensed to do so, we would greatly appreciate your help.
May God Bless all of you who read and shared our story and to those who donated their time and or generosity now, in the past and in the future. We know our Angels are out there somewhere.
Love to all,
The Jordan Family
Beau, Kimberly, Michael, Justina, Juliette & Matthew
Our story might sound unbelievable but it is our true life horror story.
Ive been a proud person all of my life and sharing our story is one of the hardest things I have ever had to do, but we are at a point in our lives where the most unimaginable nightmare has occured.
It has been a trickle effect over the years that we have tried to overcome but life has a funny way of throwing roadblocks in your way. Please read the whole story and pass it along to everyone you know. Even if you can't help maybe someone out there that you know can. We don't know where else to go.
My husband is a Disabled Iraq War Vet who sustained multiple injuries from multiple roadside bombs. I am disabled with multiple diseases and a heriditary form of cancer, my oldest son was in a major car accident and sustained multiple spinal fractures and is stuck in a hospital bed. We have four children and the system has failed us. My mom and dad both died from cancer and my husbands mom was murdered. This is just a snapshot of our life. Please read and share our story.
Our story truly starts 7 years ago when our youngest son Matthew was born premature with severe adult pnemonia and heart problems and he stayed in NICU for a month. He was then released and immediately contracted RSV-Respitory Syncytial Syndrome Virus. It was touch and go for a while but with medication and a breathing machine he overcame this obstacle.
Not even a few weeks after my son was released my husband was deployed to Iraq as part of the SURGE and was gone for 15 months as he was stop-loss. I was left to work a full time job and raise 4 small children on my own. During this time I had an array of illnesses start and went to the Dr. multiple times only to end up with multiple diagnosis. My health started to decline at first slowly then rapidly and I was no longer able to work.
My husband had to come back on emergency leave to relocate me and the kids to Kansas to stay with a friend, so she could help with the kids while he was in Iraq until he returned.
Unfortunately my husband had been hit by multiple roadside bombs and sustained many injuries while he was finishing his deployment. He served the remainder of his term and is permanently disabled.
If not dealing with with his return and being sick having multiple diagnosis of Lupus, Multiple Sclerosis, Fibromyalgia, Chronic Fatigue Syndrome and ALS was not enough, we recieved a call on Valentines Day-which is also my oldest sons birthday, from a Detective that my husbands mom had been found dead in her apartment and that a murder investigation was being started and that we needed to go out there as soon as possible.
We got on the first flight possible and moved the kids back to California. The man responsible was charged with False Imprisonment and Assalt and Battery but they did not have enough evidence to charge him with anything else.
My health continued to decline and at this point I was in a wheelchair, I had Bells Palsy-which is facial paralysis, could not see out of one eye, lost my hearing, could barely talk and my memory was diminishing.I was having heart problems, breathing problems and severe pain. I had forgotten how to do the most basic things and even started to forget my kids names.
I told my husband one day that I wanted it all to end that this was not living anymore and that I dont know how much longer I could go on. He told me not to give up, that i was the love of his life and that the kids need me and that we would find someone out there that would figure out what was wrong with me.
A few days later my husband found a Dr. in San Francisco who cared enough and he stated that he would get down to the bottom of my sickness and would not stop until he figured out what was wrong. My husband made an appointment and we flew out there right away. After hundreds of tests he found out what was truly wrong with me and started me on treatment right away. I had Chronic Late Stage Lyme Disease, Bartonella, Babesia and Lynch Syndrome- a form of herediatary cancer. The CLSLD-Chronic Late Stage Lyme Disease was effecting all of the organs in my body including my brain.
I started out on oral Medication which then progressed to daily IV medication and had a PICC line inserted into the large vein in my heart.
Fast Forward 2 1/2 years later. I was out of the wheelchair , had regained my sight and hearing, most of my memory had come back and we thought we were in the clear and this horrible nightmare was almost over. We bought our forever home, my oldest son was about to graduate high school and become a police officer and things were looking brighter. I had my PICC line removed after 2 1/2 years and went on maintainence medication.
Then one month later the horror story began again. I became very ill and at first we thought it was just athe winter flu, but after a few weeks we realized that was not the case.I had lost all feeling in both legs from the knee down and started losing it in my fingers as well. It was very painful and I could not walk. I was immediately put back into the hospital and had to have another PICC line inserted and agressive treatment had to resume.
We went through our life savings which wasn't much to begin with we had no insurance and my treatment was astronomical. We decided as a family to sell the house and move since my treatment was necessary to sustaining my life and my family.
This was supposed to be a good thing...country air, cheaper cost of living and hopefully enough money to cover my medical bills. This was not the case. We were sold a lemon of a house that is literally falling apart around us, there is mold everywhere, the roof is falling apart, the carpet was molded and wet from water damage, the cabinets were falling apart, there is a problem with the electrical, the windows leak and are failing and the doors were rotten and falling apart, as were the walls surrounding the doors from all of the water damage and none of this was ever disclosed to us. We even had an inspection but somehow all of this was missed.
Since the house we purchased was out of state we were unable to be there for the inspection because we were in the process of packing and in route to the new house, so we left this up to the inspector and the real estate agent. If we would have known everything that was wrong with the house we would have never purchased it. Especially in my medical condition. We needed a clean environment for my daily IV treatments. We learned our lesson DO NOT TRUST ANYONE. We were taken advantage of and all we were told was we are sorry you are going through this.
My oldest son graduated and said mom before I go to the academy I am going to get a summer job so I can help pay for some repairs and your medical bills. I thought how proud I am to have raised such a wonderful son.
My nightmare did not end..the morning of my sons job interview he left a 6:05 am i made some coffee and waved goodbye I barely made it back to my bed when the phone rang and i saw that my son was calling. I thought he must have forgotten his wallet or maybe needed a jacket because it was kinda foggy and cold that morning. Just as i answered the phone I knew something was seriously wrong. All i heard was the most gut wrenching cries for help and my son saying mom help me. I quickly yelled for my daughters to stay on the phone with their brother as me and my husband went to look for my son.
We found him not even 10 minutes from the house laying half in the road, half in the embankment. He was crying, his shoe was laying in the middle of the road and the car was totally smashed. A family of deer had jumped in front of the car and my son swerved to miss them which caused him to spin out of control and flip the car multiple times. He somehow managed to crawl out of the car and call for help.
Lifelight was on their way but the ambulance happened to be at the firehouse just minutes away and they arrived on the scene first. My son had sustained multiple spinal fractures, a crushed lung and multiple contusions all over his face and body. He is in a back cast and laying in a makeshift hospital bed that we found at a thrift store. Its not the real deal but we made it work.
Now he has no insurance and his medical bills are piling up too. The state denied assistance to us and we are literally drowing in debt. I cant afford to even take him for follow up visits because I cant pay for them. Its not fair that we have to decide between mine and my sons treatment and how we are going to pay the bills and get food. My son needs assitive equipment and is going to need physical therapy. His bills have totalled over $35K and mine are over $120K. Continued treatment for me is over $5k a month.
I went without treatement for a few months so I could pay the bills and pay for one visit to the Dr. for my son but then I compromised my health and I am back in a wheelchair again. I started having slight facial paralysis and my hearing and sight are starting to diminsh again. The pain I experience in my body on a daily basis I would not wish on my worst enemy and to top it off I can't do anything to help my son who is in the next room laying in bed with a fractured spine while I lay here and type.
I feel like I failed as a mother to protect my children, to be a good wife to my husband. I blame myself for my sons accident because if i wasn't so sick and he wasn't trying to help me, then maybe just maybe he would still be ok. If I wasn't sick then maybe we would still be in our forever home and things would go back to the way they used to be.
I dont know what else to do other than put our story out there and hope that someone hears our tragedy and can help in some way. This is our last hope because we have tried everything to our ability, but when you have 3 disabled people who are sick all the time you can only accomplish so much.
Please I want to make it to see my oldest son heal, my daughters get married, have children, watch my youngest son play ball and have fun, but i can't because I am confined to a bed worried on a daily basis not only if I am going to survive this, but how are we going to make it to the next day.
If I only have a small time left in my life I want to make the memories happy and rememberable to not only myself, but to my husband and children as well. Not like this.
Any help we recieve will go straight to all medical for my son and for his rehabilitation he is only 18 and deserves a bright future and good life. If there is enough support we will use the rest of the money to pay for my continued life sustaining care and to try and fix the major issues with the house before the cold winter starts.
If anyone is so generous enough to donate their professional skills to assist with home repairs and are licensed to do so, we would greatly appreciate your help.
May God Bless all of you who read and shared our story and to those who donated their time and or generosity now, in the past and in the future. We know our Angels are out there somewhere.
Love to all,
The Jordan Family
Beau, Kimberly, Michael, Justina, Juliette & Matthew
Organizer
Kim Jordan
Organizer
Menifee, CA