US Army Veteran Seeks Government Grant Money For Terminally Ill Husband
(Rio Rancho, NM, USA)
My name is Melaina and I never knew I could be this sad. Tears are falling on my keyboard as I write my story about Dave and me.
We have been married for 14 years and I love him more now than when we first met.
My husband has Cystic Fibrosis, an incurable genetic disease. When Dave first told me about it I really didn't understand it. Unfortunately, I know all about it now!
The main thing is that there is no cure. However, they are getting close in some answers by way of gene therapy.
We met and married after only seven months of dating in Hobbs, New Mexico. We lived there for five years.
We were commuting to Albuquerque, New Mexico, several times a month for his hospital trips. It's a six-hour drive.
Dave's doctors told us he eventually would need a double lung transplant, so, we moved away from our family and friends relocating to Rio Rancho, New Mexico, where we have been now for 10 long years.
Dave has never let his health stand in his way of living life. He was put on home oxygen at night six years into our marriage. Dave always worked full time and was with a retail company for 13 years catching shoplifters.
I have an honorable discharge from the Army and worked as a Police, Fire, and EMS Dispatcher for 7.5 years and Security for four years.
We always seemed to manage. We even went to work an hour after we were married. No honeymoon and no big wedding. We were hoping to have a wedding and renew our vows at our 10-year wedding Anniversary, but that came and went.
Last summer, Dave began bleeding in his lungs. He ended up being in the hospital for two weeks. The first lung embolization didn't take and he lost a lot of lung usage he didn't have to give.
Dave survived. Now, he is on oxygen 24/7. Doctors say he has about one year left to live. He is disabled.
I left my job prior to him becoming ill due to frequent migraines and a lymph node in the back of my neck. I wasn't able to return to work because I am my husband's caregiver.
So, all the day-to-day bills got behind. Dave was able to get disability and that just covers our mortgage. Dave is covered medically; however, we can no longer afford medical insurance for me.
I have been on eight job interviews in the last two months and no prospects. I can't afford to get my migraine, high blood pressure, thyroid, or diverticulitis medicine.
We don't qualify for state assistance because we don't have children. We wish we could have children, however, we can't because of the Cystic Fibrosis.
We have already leaned so much on our family and they have been gracious and of course, they have their own problems. Yes, here come some more tears. At least the keyboard is going to be clean.
Instead of Dave and I trying to enjoy what time we have left together, we are cashing in all of our coinage at the supermarket.