Toddlers are so pure. She doesn’t understand that we help her with certain things because she’s little. She thinks that everyone just helps each other like that. So she tries to blow on my food and cut it up for me and tries to help me put on my shoes.
i was giving little wagon rides to a baby around the backyard one day and all of a sudden she hops off and slaps the seat of the wagon telling me to get on because it was my turn and i was like no it’s ok im too heavy and she was like NO ITS UR TURN and kept tugging on my hand so i would sit down. eventually i got on and it was just a little 2 year old trying so hard to push me around on a wagon not understanding why it wouldn’t budge but still so determined to let me have my turn lol
I don’t think I’d realised how many casual compliments we pay to our toddler until she started casually complimenting us back, because experience has taught her that’s How Social Interaction Is Done, and there’s nothing quite like a very earnest three-year-old solemnly and sincerely informing you that you look wonderful and smell nice to make you feel really good about yourself
I tell her she’s my best girl. She tells me I’m her best auntie. Then we both feel good about the world!
This is the October 2018 edition of this post, and hopefully the final version.
Dessie is now ten years old. Yay!! For the last two years, she’s held steady at 22% total kidney function, in Stage Four Chronic Kidney Disease. At her last nephrologist visit, her creatinine has gone up. She says she’s tired all the time.
We think she’s tipping over to Stage 5 CKD/End Stage Renal Disease. Her next visit to the nephrologist is in December, and I’m expecting to get the diagnosis then. If not, great! But I’m not hopeful.
I think we’ll need to make another trip to Seattle Chikdren’s Hospital then, so they can run their own labs and make her active on the deceased donor transplant list. Normally, I’ve been told by them, once a child is active on the last, they typically receive a donor kidney within six months to a year. So I think 2019 will be her year of the transplant. Possibly dialysis before then — I know her local nephrologist wants to avoid it if we can.
The transplant itself requires we stay in Seattle for three to four months, with frequent follow ups afterwards. (First every month, then every two months, then every three months.). Each trip by car takes 6.5-8 hours each way, and usually two tanks of gas. Special Mobilty Services can help with gas, and lodging, if we can give them two weeks notice.
The transplant will be a journey in every sense of the word. I would love it if this could be fully funded before then.
If you have a spare kidney and want to try to be her living donor, here’s the Donors need to between 21-45, in reasonably good health, and O+ blood type. No smoking or drinking alcohol, not even occasionally. If this is something you’re interested, please contact the University of Washington’s living donor program at 206-598-3627, and mention you’re interested in donating to Dessie McAdams. That begins the process.
I’m a single mom, with three kids. To deal with my hideous finances which have put us in the negative regularly since May of 2017, to get us back on our feet, we are moving in with my mother for at least the next year. Perhaps longer; she hasn’t put a deadline on it. I think I’m going to have to declare bankruptcy to get our from under, which will tank my already bad credit score. So I’m not sure of our prospects afterwards; if I could, I’d rather buy a place than rent, but even renting will be hard, with bad credit and high rents.
In the most immediate future, we need about $300-500 through October to either rent a dumpster or hire a junk hauling service to clear out the backyard, garage, and basement. There’s a lot of heavy stuff my mom and I can’t handle.
This move to my mom’s also gets us away from my ex and his family, and Imbin the process of getting the parenting agreement modified to supervised visitation. He molested Dessie, by her account, sometime while we were married, around when she was 4-5. (I reported it to CPS and the police as soon as I learned of this, but as it was some years after it occurred, there was no evidence and they did nothing).
He’s also verbally and emotionally abused all of us.
His family may decide to bring in a lawyer for him with the requested change in parenting plan; I don’t know.
I guess what I’m saying is, once we move we’ll be doing better than we have in a long while. But help is still needed. A miracle, even, if it could be so, to get us through her transplant and from there to a safe place to live independently. Please get this fully funded (or more) as soon as possible, if it can be done.
If you don’t want to use the GoFundMe, that’s fine. We also have
PayPal.me/kerryren
Venmo@KerryRen
SquareCash $KerryRen
And CirclePay at kerryren@yahoo.com
If using these, please let me know who you are and if you’d like to be publicly thanked. Not all the apps are conducive to interactions, I’ve noticed.
We are incredibly grateful for all the help we’ve received through tumblr so far. You guys have literally helped keep us alive.
If you can’t donate, don’t worry about it. If you don’t want to, don’t bother me about it. Boosts and reblogs still help, though!
Here, have a cute pic of Dessie with a plush kidney a mutual sent her!
½/19 update: again, she’s now consistently below 19% total kidney function, so low officially in CKD Stage 5/End Stage Renal Disease.
Her doctor and I have contacted her transplant team at Seattle Children’s Hospital to get her on active status on they’re deceased donor list. They are supposed to get back to me on Monday. Once she’s active, we could get the kidney call any time.
“In today’s unanimous decision, the Tennessee Supreme Court explained that, under state law, a life sentence is a determinate sentence of 60 years,” the court wrote. “However, the sixty-year sentence can be reduced by up to 15 percent, or 9 years, by earning various sentence credits (good behavior. & getting involved in prison based education programs while incarcerated) Therefore, the Supreme Court concluded that a defendant serving a life sentence for a first-degree murder committed on or after July 1, 1995, may be eligible for release after serving at least 51 years of the sentence.“
For those of you who haven’t yet caught up to this story:
Cyntoia Brown was a 16 yr old girl, who at the time of the incident was living in a room at a Nashville InTown Suites with Allen (the man who propositioned her for sex) because her pimp and boyfriend Garion McGlothen, nick-named “Kut Throat,” insisted that she needed to earn money.
After Allen took her to his house, he showed Cyntoia multiple guns, including shotguns and rifles. Later in bed, as she described in court, he grabbed her violently by the genitals, his demeanor became threatening and, fearing for her life, she took a gun out of her purse and shot him.
Call Governor Bill Haslam (615)-741-2001. she has a Clemency hearing May 23rd. DEMAND JUSTICE!!
#StayWoke
The parole board split on whether Cyntoia should be granted clemency. /BillHaslam can still grant her clemency before he leaves in January. You can reach him at: phone #: (615) 741-2001; e-mail: bill.haslam@tn.gov
i know its super lame that im asking this especially after the holiday season but i just had part of my rent money taken out (without my knowledge yesterday) to pay off my moms account thats connected to mine (idk how i never really got that she set it up)
i could really use help raising that money again, my rent is $690 and is on the 1st and i get paid on the 4th (only about $200 cus i only worked 30 hours that pay period) so i can barely skid by being late because of the 3 day grace period but im still short $300
if yall want i can do traditional bust sketch commissions too, $5 each (or traditional full body for $7) here are some examples:
and if you dont have paypal my cashapp is $witchofdecay
anything really helps, please boost this around, again im very sorry im just panicking rn because it was so sudden and i dont wanna get evicted from my apartment
ive got $60 so far! thank you to the people whove helped me so far!
Hi guys and sorry for pestering you like this, I’ve been holding on to making any complaints tbh of my state of my life since I’ve been trying to stay positive, the rundown is, I’m a Mexican gay nb dumbass living with HIV, I recently graduated from communications and all I could get is a shit job giving english classes, I’m still living with my parents that short version basically abuse and squeeze the money I make so…
I am just asking for money to eat well at this point, I’m starving a bit and my mom just keeps screaming for me to get a better job and to give money to my brother, and I haven’t been able to get a better job else I would fucking run away.
I only have Paypal ‘cause this country’s deal with other services sucks, if I get enough, who knows I’ll leave my fucking house and get a new set glasses which just broke after the last time my mom beat me up lmfao. I sound pathetic.
Thank you for anything that you could give, I really just wanna have a few good meals over the next few days and some money to check on my HIV status, really anything helps, and reblogging too tbh, thank you thank you thank you in advance.
For the past few days, my mom has been travelling from home and our old home (1.5 hours away) to go to check on my mooshum (grandpa in Cree). His leg ulcer became infected. My mom took him to the emergency where they sent him home promising my mom he would get IV antiobiotics (for reasons he can’t take oral medication) and staying there the overnight.
When it finally hit me, I started to sob. My uncle cian who had schizophrenia was sent home 4 times and turned away from his doctor before he passed away from medication complications. My dad spent over a year in the hospital with severe health problems and they tried turning him away in the emergency.. Thankfully, my cousins and I helped my dad stay the night. I stayed by his side…
They sent my mooshum home and over the course of that time… his fever had gotten worse, he has septicaemia and he has signs of gangrene. Plus they didn’t “get the order” to send a nurse to change his bandages. My mom finally got him back into the hospital and spoke to the staff.
All the native men in my life have been in critical condition or have passed away due to neglect and mistreatment.
The asked amount will help my mom pay for travel expenses to be by my mooshum’s side and to help my mooshum post-care.
i’m stressed af about money and rent but i’m in a good place emotionally surrounded by family and wrapping gifts for CHRISTMAS so it’s a good day but if you can share please do i’m looking for work like crazy and on one income we can’t afford our bills and rent and food and we’re eyeing ramen days again and any help even $1 would help so much and shares are just as great and i thank you in advance and i’ll fic anything you want if you’d like so yea my paypal is Steviedelgado88@yahoo.com and any help would be great i know this time of year is hard af for everyone but just shares alone are incredible and thank you <3333
Heres the thing you gotta understand about statistics.
“Increases your chances by 80%” does not mean “there is now an 80% chance”.
If your chances were previously 10%, your chances are now 18%, not 90%.
if your chances were roughly 1%, they’re now just slightly less than 2%.
thats how that works.
Wow I don’t understand math at all
‘if you have a baby after 35, the chance of deformities goes up by 100%’ is a line I hear alot.
It goes up from .5% to 1%
To simplify: It’s the percent amount of the current factor.
In the starting example: 10% is the factor. 80% of 10 is 8, and then add together (increase by that): 10 + 8 = 18. Thus an 80% increase of 10% is 18%.
Similarly: 1% is the factor, it’s really the same as 10, just the decimal stepped over (10.0%, 1.00% // I know that isn’t really how numbers work, I’m just doing this for the visual). And thus, 80% of 1% then adding it on would be basically 1.8%
And finally, .5%. 100% of .5 is just that, ‘point 5′, or a half a percent. Two halves make a whole, and thus a single percent or ‘1%’.
Pretty easy to be honest… Though, it’s easy to get caught up in the statement and forget that, sometimes even when you know better.
Practical, every day use of maths: Not being dooped by dipshit marketing teams
