Goal Reached: Trying to forget the worst nightmare

Update: Fundraising has been paused because our goal has been reached. Thank you so much to everyone

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October and November 2023 have been what nightmares are made of, literally, for me and Noah. And some of you already know this. For those of you who don't, Noah fell incredibly ill in late October. We all thought it was just the flu. But it turned out to be mycoplasma pneumonia that evolved into bacterial meningitis when the mycoplasma traveled to his brain.

This is stuff you hear about happening to someone else, or seeing on some television program in the comfort of your own living room. It's not something I ever expected, and seeing my Noah lose consciousness and lay there in the children's ICU was some of the slowest hours of my life I ever lived through. Not knowing when he'd wake up, or if he'd wake up at all, and not knowing if he'd wake up with brain damage. I told myself in my head, to prepare for it all. But in my heart, there was only dull dreadful pain.

11 days it took, 11 days to get him to a state where he could function somewhat normally. To go to the bathroom on his own two feet, eat solid food, and even crack a joke. Hope.

And now my hope is that I can reach out to those who might be able to help us get through this next phase of this journey of recovery and help me in any way to manage the financial burdens of quantifying 11 days of a 20% co-pay of what's not been covered by insurance for each day and paying for this nightmare that's passed, and the long recovery that is to come. I knew this single mom life wouldn't be easy, but I certainly didn't see this avalanche of hardship coming our way. I don't think anyone ever does.

So, I can only ask humbly for any and all help from anyone I've touched in some way through the years, to help me. I'm not good at asking for help. It's usually me on the other side, helping everyone else.

But here I am. Hoping to be on the receiving end.