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Help Me Turn "Impossible" Into, "I'm possible!!!

Organized by: Jamie Smith

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This is my story. It started back in 2006, when my now husband, George and I met. George who is a USMC Veteran.

Well, only Three short months later, George was faced with a life altering event. The VA clinic gave George an anti-psychotic Med for flashbacks and Ptsd, 

with a dosage above the clinically safe proven level, which caused him to  develop Neuroleptic  Malignant  Syndrome , was comatose, became an Insulin dependant Diabetic, Hypertensive, and have a right above- knee amputation. I had to tell him when he came out of the coma, that he lost his right leg. he said thats ok, I'll get another leg. Thats just the way, George is, a real trooper.

I remember pushing him in a manual wheelchair to Doctor appointments, in the snow. What adventures we had. What laughter we shared, what tears we cried. But always together.

Months later, we were renting a row house and the boiler went out, well the Landlord/Slumlord would not make the repair needed so the city condemned the place. So we had to move. Meantime we had a daughter living in Louisiana and we decided to move there. We never dreamed, what was to come. This was in 2007.

Since we have been here, we have been through, hurricanes, a house fire, losing everything,

George getting hit in his mobility wheelchair by a Nurse who was on her cell phone and a Landlord/Slumlord who stole George's wheelchair ramp, and most everything we own,

while George was in the hospital and I was there with him.

Well, after all this, we still did not give up on our dream, to  return  to the East Coast and move to the coast of Maine. George said, once we left here and arrived there, our luck would surely change. Don't give up, he would say.

Well, now after being here more than 8 years, I still had not given up. Then the unthinkable happened. July 4th,we were watching Ghost Whisperer and eating Pizza. That was the last time, I heard George speak, the last time I heard his laughter. On July 5th, George had a heat stroke inside the house, we did not have AC.

Since then he has been in and out of hospitals.  George has now been diagnosed with Organic Brain Syndrome  and Asphasia. Which prevents George from doing his Three favorite things in life, Eating, Talking and Laughing.

He is at home now, bed bound. He has a Peg tube  in his stomach for  Enteral feeding  and Medication administration ,

he has a wound vac in the sacral area, caused by hospital staff not turning him properly and forming a Pressure Wound.


I am his caregiver. He needs decent  and specialized brain injury health care to recover, which is almost non existent here. He always told me whatever you do, don't let me die here. If worst happens, get us back to the East Coast somehow, get us to Maine.

I have been trying everything to get George, back to being George. He is just now starting to follow some commands. But there is a long way to go, for him to recover.

We have been from one slumlord to another here. There is very little help here, very little hope.

I want to talk with George again, laugh with him, enjoy our little family dinners together.

Usually we celebrate the holidays  with  a festive meal, but since this was no longer an option, we just celebrated, George still being alive.

I want our dream of having a habitable decent place to live of our own in Maine to come true, no more slums or slumlords to take advantage of our disadvantage. Real healthcare for George, the healthcare he needs to bring him back to being George again.

I just recieved word from the Attorney in New York, that George's Mother's Estate was about to be settled, but now his Sister is trying to take everything for her son. George is the only one who took care of his Mother until she passed. This was our means to get George the help he so desperately needs and to make our Dream a reality.

Now I've been told that I have to become George's guardian legally to handle his legal affairs and remove his Sister as administrator, so that George does not end up losing his share of his inheritance.

This is such an injustice, it almost takes my breath away. We don't have Attorney finances to get this done. 

 In order for this to happen we would need that place,

Ambulance transportation,

and a way to get our  fur babies and belongings there also. 

So we need George to recieve his share of his inheritance, for all of this to happen.

I hope no one ever has to go through, this especially alone.
Something to think about, because life can change in a blink of an eye.

What once was our dream, seems impossible now. But it could be possible, with helping hands and caring hearts.

Help me turn, "Impossible", into "I'm Possible"

Thank You!!!



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