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Hello, I want to first start off by introducing myself. My name is Samantha Faller and I’m twenty-four. I never usually write about myself, or my family so this is something new for me. I’m the oldest of three children. I have a brother who is twenty-two. His name is Kyle and he was diagnosed MHMR and with Autism, he loves Mozart and anything doing with sports especially football. You should see his room! My sister Salina is nearly sixteen and couldn’t be more excited. Her favorite color is blue and let me tell you, no matter what the occasion, or outing she is always wearing some shade of blue. She’s also highly obsessed with Scooby-Doo too! But who isn’t right? My mom Cindi is the muscle to our strength. She is the glue to this family, the heart and sole of what we are, without her we wouldn’t begin to understand love, or what it takes to live. I want you to know our story because we are at very high risk of losing our home. A home that we have lived in for more then twenty some odd years, our home is our safe haven, our anchor. It’s what holds us together as a whole, and now that it’s being taken away from us, we live inside our home worried we may not for much longer. So please, read our story, know our world; feel our strength and maybe just maybe I can convince you to help us, save our home.
My father John Faller Jr., got diagnosed back at the end of 2010 with a very rare disease called Churg Strauss Syndrome and we have struggled in every way. From buying food, to getting gas money, to figuring out which doctor to speak to next and what the next step is to getting dad better, and our house better so he can come home.
We didn’t always endure such difficulties before 2010 we lived a rather great life. One that we probably like many others took for granted. When we went to a store to buy some groceries, we picked up a few things we really didn’t need, without thinking, without worrying about the cost. Whenever we went grocery shopping, we didn’t use a calculator, or scrimp for every penny. This is all honesty here, I’m letting it all out in hopes that after you read my letter of desperation it won’t bite me in the ass in the end. A lot of what we do now, is scrimping, counting coins, and worrying if we will have bread and milk for the next few days. My dad had a wonderful job on the railroad, and our mom Cindi worked as well. So we were able to do many things, for example mini vacations to wherever dad was stationed to work for at the time. Stay in a nice hotel, go out to dinner, and even see a movie, or visit a flea market out of town.
Now, simple pleasures like that are long gone. Even grocery shopping is very scarce. Like I said, we scrimp until even scrimping get’s hard. When dad got sick, everything we knew, everything we had, and the life we once enjoyed was turned upside down. Not knowing that for the next three years a dark cloud would loom over our house. We relied on eating one meal a day, because we had to save as much food as possible. We never left the house unless it was to see dad which was normally every day until the gas ran short, then we would search throughout all the nooks and crannies for quarters, dimes, nickels and pennies just so we could get some gas to visit him again. The disease he got diagnosed with is very rare, so rare that it few doctors even knew anything about it. The disease itself restricts blood flow to vital organs, and it’s caused by asthma, unlike some diseases. This one has absolutely no cure. So upon learning what my father was going through we were also watching it physically and emotionally drain him. He was no longer the man we knew. He became paralyzed on his left side of his body, he started having multiple strokes over and over which caused his speech to slur so much it was very hard to understand him. We were watching our father die, and for my mom her husband the man she loves. We went on in silence suffering for three years. The only people who knew of our problems were close friends and the little family we do have in this area knew, but we do not have much family up here. In 2011 he what seemed to be got a little better. He entered a rehab facility called Allied. It really helped! Even though he had to re-learn how to walk, he did just that. He showed great strides to becoming healthy again, he was then able to come home for the first time in months, but it was just a very short stay, for he became very weak almost over night and it was back to the beginning. He was sent out again and again to different hospitals, different nursing homes, and different rehab facilities. In the year of 2012 mom and I both lost our jobs, I loved where I worked, but I also knew that constantly needing to be by my dying fathers side was where I was meant to be. Mom knew it too, so she didn’t protest, and I wish we protested harder, I do, because then maybe we wouldn’t be where we are now. Maybe our life would have turned out different if we chose to work instead of sitting by our dad and husband’s sick side. I’m not sure, I couldn’t tell you, what I do know though is, it was about to get harder. By December of 2012 we met two people who would make a change in our life, so great we didn’t know it. They own a non-profit organization called Theresa’s Angels. These two people are angels within themselves, not only did they treat My mom, my brother Kyle, sister Salina and myself to a very nice Christmas Dinner, they also disguised themselves as Santa. So we had gifts under our trees because of the kind of people these two are. They made that happen, and for that my mom and I are eternally grateful. In March of 2013 they came to the rescue again, this time with a benefit hosted by them. We wanted to bring dad home, and to do this we needed the house to be handicap accessible. We needed the doors to every room dad needed access to be widened. We needed a ramp built onto our house; we needed chair lifts, shower bars, we needed so much done that we alone did not have the resource, man power or well funds to pay for it. After the benefit was over, my dad took a turn for the worst. He went into complete heart failure; he had to have three emergency heart surgeries. Just when we thought we could take a breath and maybe come out of this hand in hand, he slips into life support. What they don’t tell you about seeing a loved one on life support, there is absolutely nothing like it. There is nothing anyone can say, and you as a person, a family member; a loved one can feel one hundred percent helpless. I remember the exact day I walked onto the ICU floor of the hospital, my mom already have been there for 48 hours, looked exhausted and emotionally drained. My heart skipped a few beats that day when I saw my dad lying there. His body was there but he was somewhere else. I broke down, I physically curled myself into a ball and broke down for the first time. I cried, and cried, and just realized that we were fighting a losing battle. The doctors took us into a room and gave us our options. If you’ve been in this position before you know what those options are. We chose what we chose, and we live with that decision every day. At least I know, I do. This doctor came in from Danville, Geisinger, he was nothing small of a miracle. He honestly worked his magic. I don’t know how he knew what to do, or how to do it all I know, is I owe that man so much of my life, my gratitude, because of him my dad was able to come off life support almost two weeks later. I couldn’t have foreseen the next few months, no one could. All I knew is my dad was alive and fighting.
It was June of 2013 near his birthday when he got out of the hospital and back to the nursing home, he started walking again, and talking more, and even his left side where he was paralyzed started gaining strength. He became a glimpse of the man we once knew, we regained our hope, we regained control, of strength, even though we had no money coming in, and was still trying to make it month by month, day by day, our dad / husband was living and it was nothing short of a miracle. In August of 2013 my dog Sophie passed away due to cancer, my mind is still reeling on the fact is I’ll never see her again. My heart misses her every single day, she was my best friend, my heart. Dad came home for the first time in November of 2013 just in time for thanksgiving. I can’t tell you how much of a blessing that day truly was, how he is now and how he was just three years ago is such a difference. He’s been home now, and still doing great. I couldn’t have asked for anything more.
However, now we are being told our house is going into foreclosure. I can promise each and every one of you that one thing we never did was miss a payment. We have the documents to prove it, I’m not sure how this company works, or why they are targeting our home, but they want it. It’s unfair, it’s cruel, and it’s not right. We need help, we have no money for a lawyer, we just need help. We are good people who are finally getting a second chance to be the kind of family we once were, we got off track for a long time. Now were back and we’re dealing with this? It’s just unfair, so I ask you, the reader, all of you, to please donate. Donate your time, to help us find a solution, Donate your thoughts, or prayers, because we will need them. Donate money because I can assure it, it’s for a good cause. Thank you for reading my life in a nutshell since 2010. Thank you for your patience. Thank you for the prayers.
- Love always, Samantha.
You can contact me via email: Samilou90@yahoo.com.
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