Laworellen
Humble Prayer Partner
Dear Heavenly Father, I was so happy when I got approved for financial assistance for healthcare, but once again reality hit me hard. Father, even after being approved, they still want money—$### for the first visit and $### for each visit after—and I have zero income. Father, I am homeless and haven’t been able to work in decades. The last time I was really able to work was in ###. I had knee surgery, and they said it was a success. They told me, “See you next month.” But when I went back just three weeks later, my knee was stuck in a sitting position. It looked indented, like a deflated basketball. As soon as the doctor saw me, he said it was my fault and told me I would never walk again. Then he left. I wasn’t given a cane, crutch, or walker. I was left hopping on one leg. Father, it took me one year to limp again and ### years to walk properly. I bring this up because this is how I’ve been treated for decades. Since ### I’ve been saying something is wrong—my energy kept getting less and less—but instead of help, I was told it was in my head. It took until ###, when they found a ### cm tumor on my neck, to finally discover I had two rare, aggressive cancers. The survival rate for this kind of combination isn’t good. All those years, the cancer was taking my energy. On top of that, I had ### herniated discs and my leg problems. Back in ###, I became a professional mover even with those injuries. Pain never stopped me—but my whole body being weak does. Father, people don’t understand me. They treat me like I’m perfectly healthy, like I’ve never been injured. When I move slowly or show pain, I’m blamed for not exercising. But how can I exercise when I can barely function? I was supposed to have cancer monitoring every six months. I was told I was cancer-free in ###, but I still haven’t had proper monitoring. They change my thyroid medication without testing—they just guess. I was severely overdosed, and my right eye suffered because of it. It’s healing now, thank you. Father, I found a place called ###. I heard they have full financial assistance. Please open the door for me. Their application feels so complicated—give me the wisdom and strength to go through it and get the care I need. My body feels like it’s failing. I know I can push myself, but I’m scared because I never know when my legs will give out. When I push too hard, it can take me a month or more to recover, so I try to limit myself just to get through each day. Father, the hospital that changed my dosage without testing called me today after I left a one-star review and spoke the truth. I’m preparing to file a complaint because I don’t want anyone else to go through what I went through. Please guide me. Please protect me. Please open the right doors. In Jesus’ name I pray, Amen. I used ai to help me translate what i wanted to say because i didnt feal to good and my thoughts went all over the place.

Prayer Focus: God, Thank You for loving me. Thank You for loving me, Jesus. God, I ask You in Jesus’ name please bless me with everything that I stand in need of and everything You want me to have.