So, that sounds like a great advertising commercial line for a new yellow Lamborghini, unfortunately it is really just what happened to me and my family on May 14, 2012.
Monday May 14, 2012 started out as a typical day. I got up and woke up my children to get them off to the bus stop for school and then headed into work. I am an assistant teacher for HRDC-Head Start. My job is not just a job to me, but it is a passion. As I was just preparing the class to transition to lunch Dave knocked on the classroom door to drop off crickets for our class lizard, Sobe. He asked me how I was doing and I said I would be better if I could kick this headache. Within 2 hours of him asking me this, I went down hill. My headache did not get better despite a couple Ibuprofens. I ended up throwing up, getting dizzy, and having the worst headache of my life. I called my boss to get a sub in the classroom and called my husband to come get me. That evening I spent in bed and the following day too. Nothing was making this headache better. It progressively got worse which lead us our first (of many) trips to the Bozeman Deaconess ER. In the ER I was giving a CT and a lumbar puncture along with receiving pain medication and saline intravenously. Numerous blood draws were performed also. This was a long scary ordeal that ended up with me being admitted to the hospital in PCU. I was in PCU being treated for Meningitis, yet the infectious disease doctors tested my blood and spinal fluid for different bacteria. Nothing cultured out and on May 20, 2012 I was discharged from Bozeman Deaconess with Viral Meningitis and with orders to rest, let it run its course (about 7-14 days) and keep up with pain meds as needed. I followed these orders, but things did not go as planned. On May 27, 2012 I came down with another horrible headache. Up to this point, I was doing pretty well and only needing to take one or only a half a pain pill a day, but this day I was feeling yucky. I told my mom and aunt, that I woke up just not feeling as good as I had been. I rested a lot but eventually ended up getting very dizzy, throwing up and losing feeling in the left side of my body. This is pretty much where I have become dependent on my family for filling in details. The last thing I remember is hearing Dave call 911 and tell them his wife was having a seizure.
Here is my sister’s (Angela Jamison) recount of the events that I do not recall:
“Saturday night I had just settled into a movie night with popcorn on the couch with my girls when I got a phone call from my mom (Carol Reed). Having already talked to her earlier in the day I ignored her call. I did listen to the voice mail and my stomach dropped as I heard her frantic voice saying that my niece, Jaelyn had called and said the paramedics were on their way to their house for their mom. I hung up the phone, grabbed my keys and was at their house just in time to see them shutting the ambulance door with my sister in it. I rushed inside to find Dave and asked what had happened. With a look of shock and tears in his eyes he told me Kori had started feeling really sick and then had two seizures so he called 911. None of us will ever know what it was like to have to see someone you love going through something like that and I hope to never find out. He left to follow the ambulance to the ER, I gathered up my frightened nieces and nephew and took them to my house before heading up to the ER as well. That night will go down as one of the worst nights of my life. By the time I got there they already had her intubated and had paralyzed to stop the seizures. We all waited while they prepped her for a MRI to see what in the world was going on. The look of worry in my Dad (Gary Reed) and Dave's eyes, the men that weren't supposed to get scared, was enough to let me know that this was some scary stuff happening. I have never prayed harder or felt closer to losing someone in all my life. We found out there were several abscesses in her brain that were infected and they were going to see if they could get her to a bigger hospital where they could cut into her brain, remove some of the pus from the infection to determine what was causing it. We said our good byes, hoping she could somehow hear them, and watched the helicopter lift her away, all alone, to a bigger hospital. Her husband was hot on their tail to be with her, while the rest of us tried to go home and get some rest to head up the next day. Of course that night no one slept and we all might as well did as my little sister (Nicole Seidlitz) did and just drive through the night to get there with her. “The next morning, Kori went into brain surgery and after three hours of worry came out of it well and desperately trying to communicate with all of us. Unfortunately, she still had a tube down her throat and could only write what she was trying to say. She was scared. She was totally freaked out about where she was, what was going on and how almost 24 hours of her life had passed and she didn't remember any of it. We all tried to calm her nerves, explain everything that was going on and reassure her.”
The next time I woke up I was in Billings Clinic Hospital ICU and was being told I was life flighted there and had underwent brain surgery. I was in complete shock as my family explained things to me. I couldn’t talk, I was tied to a bed, my head was half shaved (now totally shaved) and I had just been told I am waking up after brain surgery. It all seemed surreal to me. I worried about where my children where, what they knew, what they were feeling. I cried for my family as I watched them break down while talking to me. I was scared and sad and lost. My family did their best to comfort me, and let me tell you, I have an amazing family. They have spent weeks now taking care of me and my family and I can never express to them just how amazing they all are and how much I appreciate all their love and support. I seemed to impress the neurosurgical team in Billings, because I was recovering quite well. Later some news came in from the Billings Infectious Disease doctor; I was diagnosed with a brain infection from bacteria called pseudomonas. Somehow it made its way into my my brain and basically went rogue. Doctors told me it was treatable, but would be a long haul. I finally had a moment of reassurance that I was going to be ok. I continually asked how this happened and the answers varied. Pseudomonas is a hardy and nasty bacteria that is commonly found in the environment and in hospitals, but rarely gets into the brain and rarely attacks healthy people. I was asked many times if I was sick before May 14 or if I had any infections or anything, all to which the answer was a no. We may never know where I contracted this bacteria, there are just theories. I am just thankful to have antibiotics to kill it (fingers crossed). On June 2, 2012 I was discharged from Billings Clinic Hospital with a home care nurse lined up to come to my house once a week to change dressings and draw blood and deliver all the medicines I would need for the next 6 weeks minimum. I was also put on a seizure medication and told I was unable to drive until cleared by the doctor in nothing short of 6 months to a year. I was given the okay to attend my oldest son’s high school graduation the following day as long as I slept in the morning.
I cried as I watched my son walk across the stage and receive his diploma. I was so thankful to be there at that moment. To be alive, sitting with my wonderful family and being proud of my son all while receiving a dose of antibiotics intravenously. I rested the rest of the day and week to follow. In Billings I received a PICC line in my right arm to receive 2 strong antibiotics. The PICC line is an IV that runs into a vein in my arm and then runs directly to my heart.
Well, at this point you would think, well that is a rough story, but seems like things are getting better, well you would be wrong. On June 7, 2012 another nasty headache set in. It was late in the evening and this headache was different than any before and lead again to more throwing up and another trip to Bozeman Deaconess ER. Another CT scan was given and some more pain meds. The doctors sent all the scans and labs to Billings Clinic that night as Dave and I were headed to Billings the next morning for follow ups with the neurosurgeon and Infectious disease doctor. We went home and tried to sleep some so we could make the trip the next day. The next day was going to prove to be yet another set back. We made it to Billings and we were waiting for the neurosurgeon to come talk to us and instead another doctor came in and told us there was too much swelling on my brain and they were going to life flight us to Denver’s Swedish Medical Center. My head started spinning, I completely broke down sobbing. I kept telling everyone “No, I hugged my kids goodbye and told them I would be home for lunch.” They are too little to keep going through these ordeals. Within 45 minutes Dave and I loaded into an ambulance and drove to the airport to be loaded on to a fixed wing medical flight and 2 hours later we landed in Denver Colorado and were picked up in yet another ambulance to visit yet another hospital. I was admitted to CCU in Denver and scared to death yet again. At some point I had a strange realization that Dave and I had just been dropped shipped somewhere with nothing. Our car was in MT, we had no change of clothes, no cell phone charger, just Dave’s wallet with a check card and a $20.00 bill. What a crazy and uneasy feeling to have nothing and be somewhere you have never been, somewhere with no familiar people, and in a life or death situation. In Denver we started over, new infectious disease doctors, new neurosurgeons, new critical care teams. At one point we finally got a piece of positive news, the neurosurgeon didn’t feel more surgery was necessary at this time. I was started on steroids to decrease the swelling in my brain but had to watch it very closely, because what we learned was that the steroids could actually feed the brain infection and make it worse. Like being stuck between and rock and a hard place. After a few days in CCU, I finally got moved to the Neuro floor. We finally got a room with a view, of Pikes Peak none the less. Later that day I was taken up to ultra sound because my liver enzymes had spiked through the roof. I kept thinking, seriously, this is like the craziest episode of Grey’s Anatomy ever. My liver checked out alright and doctors changed around some medications and my gallbladder was contracted, but thank goodness that is not a bad thing. The steroids were working in a positive manner and we were being told we could be discharged on Sunday June 10, 2012. This seemed like great news, but we were still in Denver, nowhere close to home. Thank goodness for credit cards, fathers and Frontier airlines. We flew out of Denver Monday June 11, 2012 with extra assistance from Frontier airline people and landed in Bozeman by 11am. I had made it home for yet another family milestone, our oldest son’s birthday was that day and I got to hug him. He and couple of his friends had all shaved their heads in support of me, which I found very sweet. His girlfriend (Courtney) had made yummy cookies and I had a smile on my face. I was home again. On June 14, 2012 just one month since the first headache, 2 life flights, 1 brain surgery, 3 major hospital visits, 3 critical care unit stays and 3 CT scans later, we were on our way to Billings to pick up our car and check in with our Montana doctors. Things were looking good. It seems that we are on a path to recovery, but not without some speed bumps. Swelling is still a big issue and we need to be prepared for it. I pray for no more visits to the ER, but only time will tell. In the mean time I spend my days at home now, with pretty constant supervision from my family and have to administer the intense antibiotics 3 times a day to keep killing the infection.
As my sister says, “Now home, she is on an intense antibiotic treatment to fight this infection. Unfortunately it is not as simple as taking antibiotics for a sinus or ear infection. The medicine has to be taken three times a day, intravenously and each time takes almost two hours. This medicine is so aggressive to fight it that they have to constantly worry about possibility of more seizures and brain swelling. This on top of the fact that it makes her nauseous, fatigued and emotional. But, her spirits are high and she will fight this to the end. Because she has too. Not only for herself, but for her family. For the six children that are counting on her to survive it. For her husband. He has been her rock through all of this and gone through so much that I can't even begin to imagine or try to describe how this has been for him. For everyone else, parents, sisters, nieces, nephews, friends and co-workers who love her and can't bear to imagine a life without her. So, she will survive it, because she has to.”
She is so right, I will survive this. I am a fighter. I may have my up and down days, but I will not lose this battle.
Well, now you all know what has happened in my life recently but let me tell you a little about me, Kori, not sick Kori. I am a fifth generation Bozemanite. My family homesteaded here years ago and we have stuck around. I am a mother of 6 beautiful children (D, W, w, S, R, C). We are the “new age” modern family, a little “Yours, Mine and Ours”. Dave has been my rock through this entire ordeal and I feel so blessed to have him in my life. David and I are in the process of buying a small local (mom and pop type) pawn shop in Bozeman. Trying to keep local sales important and helping the community when possible. I spend a lot of my time volunteering. I have spent hours volunteering in different classrooms for Junior Achievement over the years; also I am a veteran Girl Scout leader and cookie mom. This past year our troop volunteered at the new Community Café here in town. Dave volunteers to coach soccer and spends many hours playing taxi to our kids. Violin, acting, soccer, scouts and that is just a typical week in our house. We are very lucky to have a close family here. They have been very helpful. My sister Angela took our children under her wing and mothered them and made sure they made it to school everyday, which anyone with kids knows the last few weeks of school are pretty chaotic. I can not thank her enough. I want to thank friend and co teacher Megan for taking over the end of the school year. Thank you to the Head Start office crew for meals and flowers. Everyone has been so nice to my family. If I wasn’t sick right now my family and I would be off camping or hiking or gardening. We are a very outdoorsy family. We enjoy being silly and just hanging out together. Our life will be a little different this year. Though we are super happy to be home, we are starting to come to terms with the overwhelming financial side to this. We have traveled to three different hospitals and in each hospital spend time in ER’s, Critical Care Units, specialized floors, radiology and more. We have experienced numerous ambulance rides and two life flights. We also must pay for a home nurse and expensive IV antibiotics for at least another six weeks. We are a family that has fallen through the cracks of the medical insurance world. I work a job that keeps my 2 hours short of being eligible for medical insurance. As a trying to stay afloat small business, we are not in a position to afford insurance yet. Our children all are on Montana Healthy Kids insurance, thank goodness for that program! Every day we are receiving bills from Denver, from Billings, from Bozeman. We still do not have an idea of the grand total for this ordeal. As thankful as we are that we can start worrying about the financial side, because that means I am no longer in a life or death situation, it does make us wonder, how are we going to get through this. We are so thankful that we live in a country that will not deny us medical care because of our ability to pay, AND we are NOT the type people that will just leave a bill unpaid. The doctors did their job and they deserve to get paid; now we just need to figure out how to do that. I am unemployed for the summer and only work part time during the school year. We are trying to pay off a mortgage and student loans and keep food on the table for our children. Any help we can receive from the hospitals would be greatly appreciated. In the future, our goal is to pay it forward and help out other families that have been in similar situations as us. Thank you for reading our story and taking to time to understand where we are at this time of our life.
Monday May 14, 2012 started out as a typical day. I got up and woke up my children to get them off to the bus stop for school and then headed into work. I am an assistant teacher for HRDC-Head Start. My job is not just a job to me, but it is a passion. As I was just preparing the class to transition to lunch Dave knocked on the classroom door to drop off crickets for our class lizard, Sobe. He asked me how I was doing and I said I would be better if I could kick this headache. Within 2 hours of him asking me this, I went down hill. My headache did not get better despite a couple Ibuprofens. I ended up throwing up, getting dizzy, and having the worst headache of my life. I called my boss to get a sub in the classroom and called my husband to come get me. That evening I spent in bed and the following day too. Nothing was making this headache better. It progressively got worse which lead us our first (of many) trips to the Bozeman Deaconess ER. In the ER I was giving a CT and a lumbar puncture along with receiving pain medication and saline intravenously. Numerous blood draws were performed also. This was a long scary ordeal that ended up with me being admitted to the hospital in PCU. I was in PCU being treated for Meningitis, yet the infectious disease doctors tested my blood and spinal fluid for different bacteria. Nothing cultured out and on May 20, 2012 I was discharged from Bozeman Deaconess with Viral Meningitis and with orders to rest, let it run its course (about 7-14 days) and keep up with pain meds as needed. I followed these orders, but things did not go as planned. On May 27, 2012 I came down with another horrible headache. Up to this point, I was doing pretty well and only needing to take one or only a half a pain pill a day, but this day I was feeling yucky. I told my mom and aunt, that I woke up just not feeling as good as I had been. I rested a lot but eventually ended up getting very dizzy, throwing up and losing feeling in the left side of my body. This is pretty much where I have become dependent on my family for filling in details. The last thing I remember is hearing Dave call 911 and tell them his wife was having a seizure.
Here is my sister’s (Angela Jamison) recount of the events that I do not recall:
“Saturday night I had just settled into a movie night with popcorn on the couch with my girls when I got a phone call from my mom (Carol Reed). Having already talked to her earlier in the day I ignored her call. I did listen to the voice mail and my stomach dropped as I heard her frantic voice saying that my niece, Jaelyn had called and said the paramedics were on their way to their house for their mom. I hung up the phone, grabbed my keys and was at their house just in time to see them shutting the ambulance door with my sister in it. I rushed inside to find Dave and asked what had happened. With a look of shock and tears in his eyes he told me Kori had started feeling really sick and then had two seizures so he called 911. None of us will ever know what it was like to have to see someone you love going through something like that and I hope to never find out. He left to follow the ambulance to the ER, I gathered up my frightened nieces and nephew and took them to my house before heading up to the ER as well. That night will go down as one of the worst nights of my life. By the time I got there they already had her intubated and had paralyzed to stop the seizures. We all waited while they prepped her for a MRI to see what in the world was going on. The look of worry in my Dad (Gary Reed) and Dave's eyes, the men that weren't supposed to get scared, was enough to let me know that this was some scary stuff happening. I have never prayed harder or felt closer to losing someone in all my life. We found out there were several abscesses in her brain that were infected and they were going to see if they could get her to a bigger hospital where they could cut into her brain, remove some of the pus from the infection to determine what was causing it. We said our good byes, hoping she could somehow hear them, and watched the helicopter lift her away, all alone, to a bigger hospital. Her husband was hot on their tail to be with her, while the rest of us tried to go home and get some rest to head up the next day. Of course that night no one slept and we all might as well did as my little sister (Nicole Seidlitz) did and just drive through the night to get there with her. “The next morning, Kori went into brain surgery and after three hours of worry came out of it well and desperately trying to communicate with all of us. Unfortunately, she still had a tube down her throat and could only write what she was trying to say. She was scared. She was totally freaked out about where she was, what was going on and how almost 24 hours of her life had passed and she didn't remember any of it. We all tried to calm her nerves, explain everything that was going on and reassure her.”
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| Stiches After Surgery |
The next time I woke up I was in Billings Clinic Hospital ICU and was being told I was life flighted there and had underwent brain surgery. I was in complete shock as my family explained things to me. I couldn’t talk, I was tied to a bed, my head was half shaved (now totally shaved) and I had just been told I am waking up after brain surgery. It all seemed surreal to me. I worried about where my children where, what they knew, what they were feeling. I cried for my family as I watched them break down while talking to me. I was scared and sad and lost. My family did their best to comfort me, and let me tell you, I have an amazing family. They have spent weeks now taking care of me and my family and I can never express to them just how amazing they all are and how much I appreciate all their love and support. I seemed to impress the neurosurgical team in Billings, because I was recovering quite well. Later some news came in from the Billings Infectious Disease doctor; I was diagnosed with a brain infection from bacteria called pseudomonas. Somehow it made its way into my my brain and basically went rogue. Doctors told me it was treatable, but would be a long haul. I finally had a moment of reassurance that I was going to be ok. I continually asked how this happened and the answers varied. Pseudomonas is a hardy and nasty bacteria that is commonly found in the environment and in hospitals, but rarely gets into the brain and rarely attacks healthy people. I was asked many times if I was sick before May 14 or if I had any infections or anything, all to which the answer was a no. We may never know where I contracted this bacteria, there are just theories. I am just thankful to have antibiotics to kill it (fingers crossed). On June 2, 2012 I was discharged from Billings Clinic Hospital with a home care nurse lined up to come to my house once a week to change dressings and draw blood and deliver all the medicines I would need for the next 6 weeks minimum. I was also put on a seizure medication and told I was unable to drive until cleared by the doctor in nothing short of 6 months to a year. I was given the okay to attend my oldest son’s high school graduation the following day as long as I slept in the morning.
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| Class of 2012 |
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| PICC Line |
I cried as I watched my son walk across the stage and receive his diploma. I was so thankful to be there at that moment. To be alive, sitting with my wonderful family and being proud of my son all while receiving a dose of antibiotics intravenously. I rested the rest of the day and week to follow. In Billings I received a PICC line in my right arm to receive 2 strong antibiotics. The PICC line is an IV that runs into a vein in my arm and then runs directly to my heart.
Well, at this point you would think, well that is a rough story, but seems like things are getting better, well you would be wrong. On June 7, 2012 another nasty headache set in. It was late in the evening and this headache was different than any before and lead again to more throwing up and another trip to Bozeman Deaconess ER. Another CT scan was given and some more pain meds. The doctors sent all the scans and labs to Billings Clinic that night as Dave and I were headed to Billings the next morning for follow ups with the neurosurgeon and Infectious disease doctor. We went home and tried to sleep some so we could make the trip the next day. The next day was going to prove to be yet another set back. We made it to Billings and we were waiting for the neurosurgeon to come talk to us and instead another doctor came in and told us there was too much swelling on my brain and they were going to life flight us to Denver’s Swedish Medical Center. My head started spinning, I completely broke down sobbing. I kept telling everyone “No, I hugged my kids goodbye and told them I would be home for lunch.” They are too little to keep going through these ordeals. Within 45 minutes Dave and I loaded into an ambulance and drove to the airport to be loaded on to a fixed wing medical flight and 2 hours later we landed in Denver Colorado and were picked up in yet another ambulance to visit yet another hospital. I was admitted to CCU in Denver and scared to death yet again. At some point I had a strange realization that Dave and I had just been dropped shipped somewhere with nothing. Our car was in MT, we had no change of clothes, no cell phone charger, just Dave’s wallet with a check card and a $20.00 bill. What a crazy and uneasy feeling to have nothing and be somewhere you have never been, somewhere with no familiar people, and in a life or death situation. In Denver we started over, new infectious disease doctors, new neurosurgeons, new critical care teams. At one point we finally got a piece of positive news, the neurosurgeon didn’t feel more surgery was necessary at this time. I was started on steroids to decrease the swelling in my brain but had to watch it very closely, because what we learned was that the steroids could actually feed the brain infection and make it worse. Like being stuck between and rock and a hard place. After a few days in CCU, I finally got moved to the Neuro floor. We finally got a room with a view, of Pikes Peak none the less. Later that day I was taken up to ultra sound because my liver enzymes had spiked through the roof. I kept thinking, seriously, this is like the craziest episode of Grey’s Anatomy ever. My liver checked out alright and doctors changed around some medications and my gallbladder was contracted, but thank goodness that is not a bad thing. The steroids were working in a positive manner and we were being told we could be discharged on Sunday June 10, 2012. This seemed like great news, but we were still in Denver, nowhere close to home. Thank goodness for credit cards, fathers and Frontier airlines. We flew out of Denver Monday June 11, 2012 with extra assistance from Frontier airline people and landed in Bozeman by 11am. I had made it home for yet another family milestone, our oldest son’s birthday was that day and I got to hug him. He and couple of his friends had all shaved their heads in support of me, which I found very sweet. His girlfriend (Courtney) had made yummy cookies and I had a smile on my face. I was home again. On June 14, 2012 just one month since the first headache, 2 life flights, 1 brain surgery, 3 major hospital visits, 3 critical care unit stays and 3 CT scans later, we were on our way to Billings to pick up our car and check in with our Montana doctors. Things were looking good. It seems that we are on a path to recovery, but not without some speed bumps. Swelling is still a big issue and we need to be prepared for it. I pray for no more visits to the ER, but only time will tell. In the mean time I spend my days at home now, with pretty constant supervision from my family and have to administer the intense antibiotics 3 times a day to keep killing the infection.
As my sister says, “Now home, she is on an intense antibiotic treatment to fight this infection. Unfortunately it is not as simple as taking antibiotics for a sinus or ear infection. The medicine has to be taken three times a day, intravenously and each time takes almost two hours. This medicine is so aggressive to fight it that they have to constantly worry about possibility of more seizures and brain swelling. This on top of the fact that it makes her nauseous, fatigued and emotional. But, her spirits are high and she will fight this to the end. Because she has too. Not only for herself, but for her family. For the six children that are counting on her to survive it. For her husband. He has been her rock through all of this and gone through so much that I can't even begin to imagine or try to describe how this has been for him. For everyone else, parents, sisters, nieces, nephews, friends and co-workers who love her and can't bear to imagine a life without her. So, she will survive it, because she has to.”
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| Just a little bit of support! |
Well, now you all know what has happened in my life recently but let me tell you a little about me, Kori, not sick Kori. I am a fifth generation Bozemanite. My family homesteaded here years ago and we have stuck around. I am a mother of 6 beautiful children (D, W, w, S, R, C). We are the “new age” modern family, a little “Yours, Mine and Ours”. Dave has been my rock through this entire ordeal and I feel so blessed to have him in my life. David and I are in the process of buying a small local (mom and pop type) pawn shop in Bozeman. Trying to keep local sales important and helping the community when possible. I spend a lot of my time volunteering. I have spent hours volunteering in different classrooms for Junior Achievement over the years; also I am a veteran Girl Scout leader and cookie mom. This past year our troop volunteered at the new Community Café here in town. Dave volunteers to coach soccer and spends many hours playing taxi to our kids. Violin, acting, soccer, scouts and that is just a typical week in our house. We are very lucky to have a close family here. They have been very helpful. My sister Angela took our children under her wing and mothered them and made sure they made it to school everyday, which anyone with kids knows the last few weeks of school are pretty chaotic. I can not thank her enough. I want to thank friend and co teacher Megan for taking over the end of the school year. Thank you to the Head Start office crew for meals and flowers. Everyone has been so nice to my family. If I wasn’t sick right now my family and I would be off camping or hiking or gardening. We are a very outdoorsy family. We enjoy being silly and just hanging out together. Our life will be a little different this year. Though we are super happy to be home, we are starting to come to terms with the overwhelming financial side to this. We have traveled to three different hospitals and in each hospital spend time in ER’s, Critical Care Units, specialized floors, radiology and more. We have experienced numerous ambulance rides and two life flights. We also must pay for a home nurse and expensive IV antibiotics for at least another six weeks. We are a family that has fallen through the cracks of the medical insurance world. I work a job that keeps my 2 hours short of being eligible for medical insurance. As a trying to stay afloat small business, we are not in a position to afford insurance yet. Our children all are on Montana Healthy Kids insurance, thank goodness for that program! Every day we are receiving bills from Denver, from Billings, from Bozeman. We still do not have an idea of the grand total for this ordeal. As thankful as we are that we can start worrying about the financial side, because that means I am no longer in a life or death situation, it does make us wonder, how are we going to get through this. We are so thankful that we live in a country that will not deny us medical care because of our ability to pay, AND we are NOT the type people that will just leave a bill unpaid. The doctors did their job and they deserve to get paid; now we just need to figure out how to do that. I am unemployed for the summer and only work part time during the school year. We are trying to pay off a mortgage and student loans and keep food on the table for our children. Any help we can receive from the hospitals would be greatly appreciated. In the future, our goal is to pay it forward and help out other families that have been in similar situations as us. Thank you for reading our story and taking to time to understand where we are at this time of our life.
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