Broken, head to toe. No money for treatment

My name is Chance Conover.

Depending on who you ask I’m trying my best to be my best.

I haven’t felt that way in a long time.

I haven’t felt like a person in a long time.

My apologies for even thinking of making this sort of fundraiser, but there’s no end to this tunnel I feel… my mother is about to lose her job as her body falls apart through genetic disease and I can’t even help her with that. Not that I’ve been a good son to her recently anyway..

My story starts as an epileptic that has had numerous injuries, but I’ve somehow made them through… by the grace of God.

I have hairline fractures in my thoracic vertebrae T4-6. This started with my first first seizure. They will never go away. Ive split my head open numerous times. Those are from epilepsy.

Now to get to the reason “why” I started this.

I’m not okay with falling apart at the same time my mother does. No. I’m the youngest of the family. I should be the healthiest.

On august 7th I visited a friend a few hours away from my house. He needed someone to be with him and I always felt that helping others has helped me.

We eventually decided to drive to Alabama from Tennessee so he could see his girlfriend.

We were both apprehensively walked in circles constantly nervous about doing so. I wanted to help.

“We can stop at my house a few hours out and sleep before we make the rest of the drive.” We agreed.

On our way there the sky slowly started to lighten, “thank goodness, maybe he will take the wheel, or I can wake him up, so I can get his seatbelt on at least”

Stone cold asleep. I pulled over many times. To assess the situation.

“Phones about to die. Write down the rest of the route to my house”

So I did.

Every stop I attempted to book a room at a hotel. Turns out this stretch of 81 was just fields and gas stations. Funny that.

”Sleep in the car?” No we are less than an hour away according to the gas station attendant.

5 am. August 8th.

We wreck. We both should’ve died. He falls on me as the car flips 4 times over 4 lanes and the damage is so bad the engine ejects from the car.

I’m the first to come to consciousness as someone is banging on the window. My friend starts screaming for help.

”we aren’t dead. There’s someone helping.” I keep trying to say.

We are airlifted to a trauma hospital in Tennessee.

I awaken and am given many tests. Finally receive a prognosis.

But how is _____? My nurse Max I believe tells me he will be okay. I’m worse off he says. It’ll be a year of wearing a stiff brace before I can so much as bend down.

After about a week in the hospital I’m finally able to leave; not if my own accord. Because I can’t afford it.

See a neurologist, get your spine checked asap. Go to Physical and Occupational therapy. …how?

I can’t even afford a GP visit.

Now I’m a husk of who I once was.

I can’t sit leaning back. I can’t pick up things from the ground without falling to my knees and short stretching my arms. I can’t sleep on my side. I can’t twist my hips.

The right side of my body aches and burns. Every step is like the first one out of that hospital bed. Pain.

I ask kindly that you help me get to a GP and Neurologist so I can begin Physical Therapy. My friend is healthy and on his way to recovery.

I am so very glad.

for me I wonder ever day I wake up if it’ll feel like things are coming together. Sometimes they do. That’s rare.

Thank you for reading - any and all.