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I had two major surgery that left me in a wheelchair all through 2024. I was bedridden and helpless. My husband was not around because he was abroad trying to make a better life for us. Then I had an accidenttt, a car hitt me and the driver ran away. That accident made everything worse. My legs refused to heal, the pain was too much, and every day I was just crying. When I was discharged from the hospital, they brought me back home thinking I would be safe, but honestly that was when I started seeing the real suffering. My own mother and my brother treated me like I was nothingg. The money my husband was sending for my drugs, my hospital checkups, and my feeding, they were using it for themselves. I was at home with injuriesss, without medicine, sometimes without food, and I would be cryingg and begging just to be taken care of. For three months, I was in that house in serious painn, and they watched me like it did not concern them. My husband believed I was being treated because he was sending money, but the money was not reaching me. My legs were not healing because I was not getting proper care. There were days I would just lie down and cry quietly because I could not understand how my own family could look at me and still ignore me. Even when I was on the wheelchair, I was still seeing my monthly periodd and it was so messyy and painfulll, I felt like I had lost all dignity. Nobody helped me. It was my husband that finally begged his mother and said if you have ever loved me , please go to that village and bring her out. That was when my mother-in-law came with my husband’s older brother and they carried me away. They were the ones that started taking me back to hospital again. They were the ones that made sure I was getting drugz, food, and treatment. My husband’s brother even got angryy one day and told my husband to stop sending money, that they would handle it because he was tired of seeing me sufferrr. Him and his wife only God can pay them because they treated me like I was their own. His wife helped me when I was weak, helped me clean up, helped me in ways my own people refused. My mother-in-law showed me love and care that I will never forget. When my husband returned in December, he was so happy because he saw that I was improving. Today, I can walk gradually again and I am much better. This is my leg now and I thank God I survived. But what is breaking me now is that my mother has been sick since September and they keep posting her for donations, and I feel confused because these are the same people that never cared about me when I was in painn. They tried to reach out to me only to talk about her sicknesss, but not once did they ever ask me how I was healing or how I survived those months. So I don’t know what to do, if I should go there myself or just send money, because my heart is still hurtingg from how I was treated when I needed them the most.
I had two major surgery that left me in a wheelchair all through 2024. I was bedridden and helpless. My husband was not around because he was abroad trying to make a better life for us. Then I had an accidenttt, a car hitt me and the driver ran away. That accident made everything worse. My legs refused to heal, the pain was too much, and every day I was just crying. When I was discharged from the hospital, they brought me back home thinking I would be safe, but honestly that was when I started seeing the real suffering. My own mother and my brother treated me like I was nothingg. The money my husband was sending for my drugs, my hospital checkups, and my feeding, they were using it for themselves. I was at home with injuriesss, without medicine, sometimes without food, and I would be cryingg and begging just to be taken care of. For three months, I was in that house in serious painn, and they watched me like it did not concern them. My husband believed I was being treated because he was sending money, but the money was not reaching me. My legs were not healing because I was not getting proper care. There were days I would just lie down and cry quietly because I could not understand how my own family could look at me and still ignore me. Even when I was on the wheelchair, I was still seeing my monthly periodd and it was so messyy and painfulll, I felt like I had lost all dignity. Nobody helped me. It was my husband that finally begged his mother and said if you have ever loved me , please go to that village and bring her out. That was when my mother-in-law came with my husband’s older brother and they carried me away. They were the ones that started taking me back to hospital again. They were the ones that made sure I was getting drugz, food, and treatment. My husband’s brother even got angryy one day and told my husband to stop sending money, that they would handle it because he was tired of seeing me sufferrr. Him and his wife only God can pay them because they treated me like I was their own. His wife helped me when I was weak, helped me clean up, helped me in ways my own people refused. My mother-in-law showed me love and care that I will never forget. When my husband returned in December, he was so happy because he saw that I was improving. Today, I can walk gradually again and I am much better. This is my leg now and I thank God I survived. But what is breaking me now is that my mother has been sick since September and they keep posting her for donations, and I feel confused because these are the same people that never cared about me when I was in painn. They tried to reach out to me only to talk about her sicknesss, but not once did they ever ask me how I was healing or how I survived those months. So I don’t know what to do, if I should go there myself or just send money, because my heart is still hurtingg from how I was treated when I needed them the most.
From my box
I had two major surgery that left me in a wheelchair all through 2024. I was bedridden and helpless. My husband was not around because he was abroad trying to make a better life for us. Then I had an accidenttt, a car hitt me and the driver ran away. That accident made everything worse. My legs refused to heal, the pain was too much, and every day I was just crying. When I was discharged from the hospital, they brought me back home thinking I would be safe, but honestly that was when I started seeing the real suffering. My own mother and my brother treated me like I was nothingg. The money my husband was sending for my drugs, my hospital checkups, and my feeding, they were using it for themselves. I was at home with injuriesss, without medicine, sometimes without food, and I would be cryingg and begging just to be taken care of. For three months, I was in that house in serious painn, and they watched me like it did not concern them. My husband believed I was being treated because he was sending money, but the money was not reaching me. My legs were not healing because I was not getting proper care. There were days I would just lie down and cry quietly because I could not understand how my own family could look at me and still ignore me. Even when I was on the wheelchair, I was still seeing my monthly periodd and it was so messyy and painfulll, I felt like I had lost all dignity. Nobody helped me. It was my husband that finally begged his mother and said if you have ever loved me , please go to that village and bring her out. That was when my mother-in-law came with my husband’s older brother and they carried me away. They were the ones that started taking me back to hospital again. They were the ones that made sure I was getting drugz, food, and treatment. My husband’s brother even got angryy one day and told my husband to stop sending money, that they would handle it because he was tired of seeing me sufferrr. Him and his wife only God can pay them because they treated me like I was their own. His wife helped me when I was weak, helped me clean up, helped me in ways my own people refused. My mother-in-law showed me love and care that I will never forget. When my husband returned in December, he was so happy because he saw that I was improving. Today, I can walk gradually again and I am much better. This is my leg now and I thank God I survived. But what is breaking me now is that my mother has been sick since September and they keep posting her for donations, and I feel confused because these are the same people that never cared about me when I was in painn. They tried to reach out to me only to talk about her sicknesss, but not once did they ever ask me how I was healing or how I survived those months. So I don’t know what to do, if I should go there myself or just send money, because my heart is still hurtingg from how I was treated when I needed them the most.
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