My husband and I worked full time at the same job for 16 years. When we got laid off, we thought it was the end of the world — little did we know that would be the least of our problems.
A month after losing our jobs, our oldest son Roger Jr. was diagnosed with stage five of chronic kidney disease. Everything changed — hospital visits took over our lives. Between the two of us, we couldn't find a job that would enable us to take care of Roger's needs and the needs of his little brother — there was hardly any work to begin with. Our money ran out and we had nothing.
We never thought we would have to ask for help, but life doesn't always go as planned. We applied for food stamps, and we are very grateful for the support. Roger received a kidney transplant a year ago, but unfortunately, complications keep him in the hospital regularly. His body may be rejecting the kidney — we're not sure, there's a lot to worry about. Thanks to food stamps however, one thing we don't have to worry about is feeding our kids.
At first, I cried about losing our material possessions — our home, our cars, etc. But now, none of that matters — my family is what is important. We could be living in a box on the street, but as long as we're together and healthy and fine I'd be happy. Home is wherever we are together.