Hello, my name is Shunda. On July 19, 2023, I was almost pronounced dead. Now, I’m 43, on dialysis, with congestive heart failure, and a stent in my heart. I’m almost at a stage where I’m going to lose my mobility to walk and need to have surgery on my knees. My insurance won’t cover the whole payment. This is new to me, so here I am. When I was diagnosed, it took everything out of me. I’m alone in this; I don’t have a support system. I’m still trying to understand this. I’m always tired. I want to give up, tired of fighting. My 9 grandkids keep me going, but there are days I can’t smile back at them or play with them because I’m tired. I hate my life, but I fight because this is a lot on a person. Three days a week, 3 hours and 15 minutes a day, I’m tired of crying and hurting. Prayer.