Grant For Accident Disabled Father And Husband To Do Accessible Repairs
by David A. Tickle Sr.
(Blanch, North Carolina, USA)
Where do I start? My name is David Tickle. I am 47 years old and I just lost my right leg in my 42nd surgery.
I don’t feel sorry for myself; I'm just at the end of my rope. I've reached the point of "I can't."
The time has come for me to admit there is a lot I am not able to do now without some kind of help.
Then there's the skull surgery on my wife. She had two brain surgeries in the late 90s for seizures and now there are complications with the healing.
She was disabled with no license or abilities, except being a great mom and wonderful wife.
After the surgeries for her seizures she wound up with vicious migraines. But instead of staying on disability she chose to try to do something constructive.
She can't work a regular job so she started sitting with a friend's mother and cleaning her and her house. She progressed to doing more and more. She goes out and cleans other people's houses and comes home exhausted.
A few years ago she fell on ice at a customers house and hurt her back. Now she comes home in terrible pain but keeps on doing it. I'm not sure if she'll work after the surgery this time.
Why am I writing? I get $733 a month in disability SS. In 1990, before my wife got disability, I worked for a company making decent money so I took care of the family.
Anyway I fell and broke my back and wound up with four back surgeries that didn’t do so well. It fractured l4-5 so the 1st time was to fix nerves and disc and such.
The 2nd was to fix the first mess up with a fusion of l4-5. The 3rd was for a disc cleanup and scar tissue removal. The 4th was to fix the three priors.
I had been sent home not walking with a prognosis of this is the best you will ever be so get used to it.
Through our church we found a doctor who didn’t think drugs for depression and painkillers was a good future.
He found a bolt holding me together was on a nerve and the disc above and below were herniated. Two days after surgery I walked one and a half miles.
So I then opened my own business because no one else would hire me.
In 1996 while playing with the kids at church I ripped my large shoulder muscle off the bone of my right shoulder and found a tumor in my collarbone. It took five trips to the operating room to fix it.
Then in 2003, I rubbed against a tree in my mother's yard while mowing it. There was a tingle in my left shoulder that turned into a chain saw about three hours later.
After nine days of agony and one doctor thumping me on it and telling me not to be a wimp, my kidneys shut down and sugars hit 700.
I awoke two weeks later in the hospital to find I had a flesh-eating bacteria in my shoulder. It took 30 days the 1st stay and nine operations and then one and a half weeks later another surgery to fix up a mess an emergency room doctor had made.
After seven years and five more surgeries to my left feet and then the amputation they think it's finally dead. We hope this time.
There are many other surgeries I can't put in print. I told my pastor once that it seemed every time I went to get up it felt like someone kicked me back down.
So now the point of my letter. I have done all I can, sometimes to the detriment of my own body. And I'm not known for my get carpenter skills.
I have looked and there is a water leak in the ceiling where the TV antenna is. The fascia board on the house is rotting. There is no back porch on the door we usually come in and out of. The other back door porch is rotten. I can barely get in and out of the front door, or around the house.
My wife's nice stuff is beat up and broke from me hitting it. I switch back and forth to a smaller chair to go to the bathroom, or I hop on the one leg until I fall.
I'm getting a new leg but it won't always help because one of the reasons I was disabled is I fall a lot. My right leg sciatic nerve is tearing from the fall in 1990, so I need to use the chair a lot.
I also can't take my chair with me because of the cost of a lift on the car. You never know if there is a chair at the stores or a way to ambulate so I stay home a lot.
I don’t like asking for help but what if Sandy comes out messed up. She already needs me more now than I can do. I need to be able to go to the store or get to her in a moment to help her.
And I have two daughters at home. One is in college; she just finished her first degree to get her RMA. She found out she is overqualified to work in a nursing home but under for a nursing job so on June 1st she starts the nursing program at PCC.
Plus my other daughter is almost 16 and an A student who wants to go to college. Taking care of them, especially the younger is a job.
So I need enough money to fix my home so it's more accessible and repaired. I need a way to pull up to the house under a carport of some type with access to a ramp to the porch, a door wide enough to ride my Hoveround in, and room to get through doors to the house.
My vehicle needs the lift for my chair to be able to move to the store, business needs or doctors. I need help with short-term finances maybe. I feel so bad asking for help. David Tickle.