Help Kayla in her Fight against Cancer
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In 2017 I began to feel ill. I became fatigued, endured excruciating abdominal pains, my face and legs started swelling and I couldn't keep anything down. I experienced many other ill feelings that started to worry me because at that point I knew something was wrong. I became very ill .Something just wasn't right. The medical facility I went to turned me away. They said the doctor had several patients waiting to see him, and they were getting ready to close. I went back home and took a shot of apple cider vinegar. After a while the pain subsided a little and managed to fall asleep. The following morning when I woke I felt okay and so I decided to go in to work, but as the day progressed the pain came back and ultimately became unbearable. I finished what I could and took my lunch break. I drove to several doctor's offices in the west and was turned away. Doctor's hospital West was my stop to be seen before I gave up hope. Upon conducting several test I was advised that I couldn't be released because my condition was grave and I needed to contact my relatives. I was released later on and my doctor advised it wasn't safe for me to be left alone. He wrote a referral for me to see a GI specialist immediately. I saw the specialist and was written a letter for emergency admittance to Doctor's Hospital Main. I was advised to go directly to the hospital without stopping home for clothing, and he would meet me there by the time I checked in.
I spent many days in Doctor's Hospital waiting for my levels to go up, and for the results of my biopsy to come in from the United States. During this time I was introduced to my surgeon and his team. It was explained to me that I need to have surgery, but before I did I had to undergo several tests and scans that would determine the type of procedure my surgeon would need to perform. Worst case scenario a Whipple's procedure would be performed; which in my case was the one I wound up needing to have done. My biopsy results didn't come back as yet, but we couldn't put off surgery any longer, and so it was scheduled.
The morning after independence I was wheeled down to the theatre room and prepped for my surgery. The surgery lasted for over 9 hours. I was left open on the table while the doctor ran up to the lab to run a biopsy tests and receive the results before closing me up.
I remember waking up in an awful amount of pain in the ICU. Many details are a blur, but my relatives said that it was unbearable for them to see me connected to so many machines, tubes coming from everywhere, me in/out of consciousness in pain.
Recovery was long, painful, and emotional from the ICU until I was discharged.
I received the news of being diagnosed with stage 3 of a rare form of cancer. Duodenal Cancer.
There are hardly any studies of this type of cancer, and my case has been presented to the Cancer Board in the United States.
I travel for my treatments and follow ups at Moffitt Cancer in Tampa, Florida. My last visit earlier this year my scans came back showing abnormalities with my kidneys, and bladder. In September I am due to undergo a routine procedure to make sure that everything is okay. It has been very hard for me to keep up with my visits, and taking care of my family as my resources are limited . The financial costs I face are staggering, but I'm strong in faith and very, very determined. My children are young and cannot support themselves, and I will not give up without knowing I did everything I could. They are who I'm fighting for. The donations will go towards my travel and medical expenses, and taking care of my children while I attend the doctors.
I'm sharing my story because I need your help. I know how hard times are right now for everyone, especially during this pandemic but I ask you to please help donate whatever you can. If you can make a financial donation to help me I will be forever grateful. If you cannot donate, it's okay. Share my story and keep me and my family in your prayers. I'm keeping my faith in God even in the midst of my darkest days.
Thank you from the bottom of my heart for taking the time to read my story and for being here for me.
Everyday is a blessing, let’s not take it for granted!
I spent many days in Doctor's Hospital waiting for my levels to go up, and for the results of my biopsy to come in from the United States. During this time I was introduced to my surgeon and his team. It was explained to me that I need to have surgery, but before I did I had to undergo several tests and scans that would determine the type of procedure my surgeon would need to perform. Worst case scenario a Whipple's procedure would be performed; which in my case was the one I wound up needing to have done. My biopsy results didn't come back as yet, but we couldn't put off surgery any longer, and so it was scheduled.
The morning after independence I was wheeled down to the theatre room and prepped for my surgery. The surgery lasted for over 9 hours. I was left open on the table while the doctor ran up to the lab to run a biopsy tests and receive the results before closing me up.
I remember waking up in an awful amount of pain in the ICU. Many details are a blur, but my relatives said that it was unbearable for them to see me connected to so many machines, tubes coming from everywhere, me in/out of consciousness in pain.
Recovery was long, painful, and emotional from the ICU until I was discharged.
I received the news of being diagnosed with stage 3 of a rare form of cancer. Duodenal Cancer.
There are hardly any studies of this type of cancer, and my case has been presented to the Cancer Board in the United States.
I travel for my treatments and follow ups at Moffitt Cancer in Tampa, Florida. My last visit earlier this year my scans came back showing abnormalities with my kidneys, and bladder. In September I am due to undergo a routine procedure to make sure that everything is okay. It has been very hard for me to keep up with my visits, and taking care of my family as my resources are limited . The financial costs I face are staggering, but I'm strong in faith and very, very determined. My children are young and cannot support themselves, and I will not give up without knowing I did everything I could. They are who I'm fighting for. The donations will go towards my travel and medical expenses, and taking care of my children while I attend the doctors.
I'm sharing my story because I need your help. I know how hard times are right now for everyone, especially during this pandemic but I ask you to please help donate whatever you can. If you can make a financial donation to help me I will be forever grateful. If you cannot donate, it's okay. Share my story and keep me and my family in your prayers. I'm keeping my faith in God even in the midst of my darkest days.
Thank you from the bottom of my heart for taking the time to read my story and for being here for me.
Everyday is a blessing, let’s not take it for granted!
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Kayla Seymour
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Tampa, FL