The Beginning of Courtland's Hope Foundation


September 19, 2017

Not everyone is aware of the story behind Courtland's Hope Foundation. It's something I wanted to draw attention to because it is important. WE GIVE HOPE.
 
When Courtland was diagnosed with cerebral palsy at around age 2, I (we- my husband and I) felt scared and alone. We then realized he needed some medical equipment, a walker. This was an exciting prospect for us, at two years old, he did not even crawl so the idea of a walker gave us hope. 

BUT THEN, suddenly we were deflated... Though there is a cost share program in Alberta, parents are responsible to pay up to $500 per year to borrow medical equipment from this cost share program. $500?? We didn't have $500...

I was heartbroken and I felt like this situation was hopeless. I knew our child needed that walker, but we didn't have the money. We had to credit card that purchase.
 
Then I got thinking, we did not have the money to purchase this for our one child. What about the parents who have more than one child, or maybe more than one child with a disability; or who are also making mortgage and car payments, in addition to paying for school fees, clothes and food for their children? The almighty dollar can only be stretched so far.

When we didn't have the money for the equipment, there was nowhere to turn. There were no organizations specifically geared towards helping families pay the equipment costs associated with having a special needs child. 

That's why and how Courtland's Hope Foundation came to be. We want(ed) to provide HOPE for families. Hope when that $500 is an impossible amount, HOPE when there is nowhere else to turn... HOPE; you see, Courtland's Hope Foundation is more than just about paying that $500. 

WE ARE HERE TO GIVE HOPE.

Keep holding on, it won't rain always and the sun can and will shine again. 

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