Hello world, it’s me! “Me” to some people is Rochelle King, to some, Rather Clark. Others may know me a Rather Mathews, Honey, Baby, Momma, Sister, TT, Cuz, Girlfriend and then to some me is who?
For those who know me, you know I have never complained about feeling bad or being sick. In the fall of 2015, for the first time in my life, my body started to feel bad. I didn’t have any insurance at that time so I suffered until beginning of 2016. My son said, “No more, we have to make the sacrifice to see what’s going on with you.” We made a doctor visit with a specialist and I had several biopsies. The final results from the biopsies was that I had a rare cancer called Mycosis Fungoides, a cantankerous T-cell lymphoma it falls under Non-Hodgkin, which is blood/skin cancer. It’s real. Google it and see what it does to a person. It is so real and it “takes you down through there.” I am thankful that it is my journey and not my sons, grandchildren, husband, girlfriends, family, friend or you.
Here is my issue:
I went to bed one night about year half ago looking one way and woke up the next morning to see a face I didn’t plan or want to see. I tripped out I cried, I cried, I cried and I cried until I could look in the mirror and see what the Late Prince saw in me. I was the most beautiful girl in the world. Guess what the look has changed couple times since that morning. The second part to this is that I am living uncomfortable and my doctor works overtime researching different types of chemotherapy to hopefully work with making me comfortable for the rest of my life, for however long that is. Now the big deal is that most recommended chemotherapy is not paid by my Medicaid program and have been too expensive for me to buy, so I live uncomfortable.
At this point I am starting to become mentally drained with living uncomfortable and my doctor along with my “Rather Support Team” thought we should explore some options. After much discussion and prayer, the team suggested raising money to help pay for my medical expenses. This is where it gets really hard for me. I have been struggling with asking for help. The thought of it has made me feel like I am begging. The emotions I feel were embarrassed, shameful and fearful. The thought also made me come to myself. It made me remember in a humble way that I have tried to pay it forward all of my adult life by helping others in some shape, form or fashion. I may have not been able to help on a grand scale however, each effort was done in a grand way. So after praying and sharing my thoughts with God, having the final discussion with family and the world’s best support team, I decided to do what I thought I would never do, ask for help.
Proverbs 19:17 says, “Whoever is kind to the poor lends to the LORD, and he will reward them for what they have done." Any amount of donation would be greatly appreciated in hopes of having everything I need for treatment of this disease. Your prayers and support is equally appreciated. We may not know each other or have never met, but know you know “me” in spirit and you know my story.
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