Alexander

If you’d like to see proof of Hep C diagnosis, past updates, etc. the link below is to the donation post where I give past updates & screenshots of my bloodwork results (the results show the hep C virus is present and that it is active)

If you cannot donate, if you can reblog, that’d be very helpful. I appreciate all of you

I’m more than happy to answer any more questions you may still have after reading the linked post, my messages are open— please be kind.

The ways to donate are posted in the linked post but i’m gonna leave them below too:

Cashapp: $emmar0seg

Venmo: @emmar0seg

PayPal link followed by Gofundme link

this is URGENT !!!

I write with urgency because:

I am in DESPERATE need of a laparoscopic surgery because of the Endometriosis.

I’m going to see an Endo specialist & Pain Clinic... but it’s VERY costly..

Prescribed MANY medications (list in the linked post)

ANY AMOUNT COUNTS— even $5.. and if you can’t donate, please reblog

Thank you to those who’ve treated me with kindness.. I truly appreciate y’all so much

Please remember that if a donation post has a lot of notes, it doesn’t mean they have gotten a lot of donations.

I still need help, friends.

I am officially on the list for surgery! I still really need the funds to afford it though. It’s gonna be a long wait before I can get surgery so my doctor said it gives me time to figure something out. Thank you to everyone who is boosting this and thank you to anyone who has donated.

“Hello, my name is Sharlene Pike and I am a black transgender person originating from South Africa and working as a receptionist/host. I moved to the United States 4 years ago alone and without any support, as my parents died in my home country when I was 18. Being a transgender black female immigrant places three discrimination barriers and makes it extremely hard to socialize and find a job to live properly. Nevertheless, I tried my best. I had been working at 7 different companies as a receptionist/host/waitress for these four years, but 2 months ago I lost my job. The reasoning I was given - ‘staff reduction due to COVID-19 complications’. I have been unemployed for these 2 months, but the reason I can’t start a new job is not COVID-19. In February, I was diagnosed with stage-3 esophageal cancer. I had no prior knowledge of my diagnosis as this type of cancer can be quite concealed, and I had only two or three weeks of eating discomfort before I had a medical consultation. The company I was working at had a special program to support staff members who need expensive surgeries or therapies, and I believe my diagnosis was the true reason I was reduced, since it happened just after I told my office I might need an extended medical leave. The sum I have spent on the medical procedures only to clarify the future treatment equals my 3 salaries. The sum I’m asking for is actually covering first 6 months of treatment and the cheapest drug - basically simply to have a chance to survive. I have no health insurance and I can’t take a new job because my health condition significantly deteriorated. The thing that I have learnt throughout these months is that it is very hard to get any, even basic medical help if you are transgender. The death rate of the esophageal cancer is about 30%, which is very high, and I ask you to help me to have a chance to survive. I tried to deal with everything without anyone by my side, but current circumstances left me with no choice but to ask you to donate and share my story. Thank you very much.”

In that moment I realized I was in front of a lecture hall of privileged students. I was surrounded by people who didn’t know poverty or desperation like I had. I clawed my way here on scholarships while they were legacy kids or trust fund babies. In that moment it clicked in my head that there’s this level of empathy that you can only gain when you have absolutely nothing to lose. A level of empathy that only the impoverished have. A level of empathy that screams out that you have to fight to make things better even if it doesn’t benefit you. It’s a concept that you can only really grasp when you have nothing to lose and the kids before me hadn’t known that pain. They hadn’t developed that kind of empathy.