When you peruse the listings on GoFundMe, you must be aware of scam postings and the genuine ones. It’s easy to bypass the campaigns that ask for others to pay for their luxuries, like getting married in Hawaii. No way that person deserves a dollar much less the $50,000 asked for in the campaign. It is a great use of some discretionary money when you find the genuine “need” campaign. Whether it be for an injured dog rescued from a pit-bull fighting ring or to help defray the costs of a funeral and burial. The campaigns that really need help are the ones where catastrophic events happened in a person’s life or to help with medical bills of the under insured.
A Touching Campaign
I was perusing the campaigns as I have a couple of spare dollars and I like the feeling of helping someone when they need help. I came across a person with a medical condition for the last two decades. I did some background checking on the campaign and was very touched by the story.
Denise Beckel is a 43 year old mother of a girl and a boy;Taylor 16, and Ryan 14. Denise is married to Eric for almost 20 years, a Sergeant in the NYPD Narcotics unit in the Bronx, NY. Denise was a nurse before she was unable to continue working due to her health problems. Her health issues started in 1995 with that feeling that something was just not right. Respecting her privacy, I will cut to the chase, doctors realized she had a failing liver and without a transplant she would die. Denise waited seven long, arduous years for a healthy donor kidney. During that time, she “lived” in doctor’s waiting and treatment rooms and she raised her family from newborns to teenagers. Everyday Denise took a handful of pills, all sizes and shapes, to try and prolong the inevitable visit from the grim reaper when her liver one day would decide not to function properly anymore.
Post Op Kidney recipient
Denise got her liver seven years after waiting on the donor list. Her strength and her support system: her family, her aunts and uncles, and nieces and nephews gave her the strength to persevere. The strength to not give up and to live “normally” and raise her children. Talking to her extended family, they had little knowledge that anything was wrong, because Denise was all about, how everyone else was doing and deflected any talk about her illness, truly a heroic person. The operation went well. Her body didn’t reject the liver and it looked like they were over the final hurdle. Tragically, she developed a very common disease associated with liver transplants, its called Cytomegalovirus(CMV) and is now an insulin dependent diabetic as a result of the transplant as well. Talk about getting it piled on. Makes me cry.
I’m not a doctor and really can’t explain the disease so I enclosed a link, just click the name. What I did learn was that 48% of the transplant patients that contracted CMV would die in the first 5 years. That’s a coin toss folks. Put 2 people in a room and 1 won’t be there in 5 years. This is serious. This is life and death. This is not being around to see your son and daughter graduate college, get married, or meet your grandchildren. This is tragic. All CMV patients are put on a daily cocktail of pills to take. The main one is Valcyte, the most expensive drug at $5500 for a one month supply. Without the medications, the prognosis is inevitable, Death. These pill cocktails are non-negotiable and here is the problem, the cost.
Cost of the drugs to treat Cytomegalovirus
The cost to take the one medication, Valcyte, is $2500 for a 14 day supply. That’s a cost of $178.00 per day. Or a cost of $5535 per month. Remember there are 4.3 weeks in a month so that’s 3 extra days of $178.00. Eric, her husband being a NYPD Sergeant has Blue Cross/Blue Shield, GHI as their health care provider and they only cover half the cost of Valcyte. So, every month, they have to find $2750 net dollars to pay for that one prescription plus other incidental medical costs that take thousands more out of the budget. They will eventually go bankrupt and won’t be able to live. If this isn’t a clear case of the community needing to come together and help, really, what is?
GoFundMe for Denise Beckel
Follow the link to go to Denise Beckel’s GoFundMe page. Her Aunt Fran and former Emergency room nurse at Montefiore Hospital in the Bronx started the GoFundMe page for Denise. You can read their story there. Denise’s Mom, Theresa, Step-dad Ronnie, and her brother Rich and his wife, Diana continue their emotional and financial support of Denise and her family. I hate that term “Step-dad,” he is more of a father than the real guy, so I will just call him Dad, with a capital D out of respect. **Tips cap to Ronnie.** Her brother, Rich is a detective in the NYPD Bomb Squad. Rich and Eric were both at the WTC and helped at Ground Zero after 911. Rich and his wife, Police Officer Diana Henderson, saw the family being swallowed by the medical bills; they tapped into their pension funds and took out as much money as they could to prevent the Beckel’s from going under financially. This can’t go on indefinitely, there is only so much money, only so much “blood you can squeeze from a stone.” This is where we come in, the community.
When in need of help, we call 911
When you need help, you call 911. Two people in blue uniforms arrive and no matter what time of day, the weather, or if it is a holiday, they will be at your door within minutes of being notified a member of the community needs help. They will run into a dark alley outnumbered 100 to 1, ready and willing to give up their lives to protect anyone in their community. They will die to protect that stranger. “Greater love hath no man than this, that a man lay down his life for his friends.” John 15:13. I won’t ask you to run into a building or a fire or anything along those lines. I will ask for your help though.
It’s our turn to answer the call to help
It is our turn. The Denise Beckel’s GoFundMe page is the Beckel family calling 911. Will we answer the call? We better because this is the way we say Thank You to every First Responder. This is the way we say thank you to the cops, the firemen, the nurses, the paramedics and doctors who sacrifice so much so we can always feel assured that when we need help, they WILL answer the call. We say Thank You by saving one of their wives. This is what we should do. This is the right thing to do. Let’s make that commitment and take the stand that Denise doesn’t belong just to the Beckel family but is a valuable member of our own family.
A community is responsible
They say a village is needed to raise a child; a community is needed to heal it’s sick. If we all decide to give some money, together we can make their life a happy place without financial disaster awaiting them. Do it because that could be your daughter, your wife, your mother in that bed staring death in the face. Just Do It. If Everyone gave as little as $100, $50, or even $20, it will help to defray their cost. Let’s make Denise a honorary member of our family. Makes sure you put Yahoo in the donate note section and I will personally list your name in a future article to thank you personally. Thanks and May God Bless Denise, Taylor, Ryan and Eric and all the generous readers. All proceeds from this article will be remitted to the Beckels. Please share it so more people know about this worthy endeavor. This is where you go to answer the 911 call from Denise, the Denise Beckel GoFundMe Page. Be her First Responder!
NYC Fundraiser for Denise
***For the residents of New York city. There is a 10-13 fundraiser sponsored by the NYC Detectives Endowment Association on June 26th at 7PM at St. Vartan Cathedral, 630 Second Avenue, Between East 34th & 35th Streets in Manhattan. The cost is $20 per person to benefit Denise. Please RSVP at 10-13 FOR DENISE BECKEL, WIFE OF SGT. ERIC BECKEL
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