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<div>My name is Lori Engel. I’m 59, homebound in Oregon. I live completely alone with life-altering neurological injuries and disabilities that have reshaped every part of my world.
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<div>My Background
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<div>I grew up as a missionary child in Brazil, where faith, service, and compassion became the foundation of my life. As an adult, I carried that forward—serving six years as a missionary teacher in Taiwan, then eleven years as a chaplain, walking alongside people in illness, grief, crisis, and loss. Caring for others wasn’t just my work; it was my identity. The last two years of my career, I was the Director of Chaplain Services for a healthcare organization.
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<div>Prior to becoming a chaplain, I was an English teacher for almost two decades, teaching both in Taiwan and at universities in the U.S.
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<div>How Everything Changed
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<div>That path shifted profoundly starting in late 2006. Over time, I sustained multiple traumatic brain injuries and a toxic reaction to Cipro that damaged my nerves and muscles. I developed serious neurological conditions, including cerebellar damage, ataxia, polyneuropathy, spasticity, severe balance impairment, swallowing difficulties, and vision disturbances, to name a few. These affect my ability to walk, stand, use my arms consistently, regulate my nervous system, or handle even basic daily tasks.
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<div>Despite these initial injuries, I continued working as a chaplain until 2015, pushing through pain and limitations to serve others, through God's grace and the aid of nutraceuticals. Additional neurological injuries in 2015 made it impossible to continue, leaving me homebound ever since, unable to drive.
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<div>Here is a brief summary of all my injuries:
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<div>My  injuries consist of multiple TBIs (traumatic brain injury) from falling backward onto the kitchen tile floor, hitting the back of my head; slamming my forehead into a concrete bunk bed; and falling and hitting the side of my head here in Oregon. I also experienced medical malpractice that damaged my cervical spine. I was erroneously prescribed fluroquinolones Avelox and Cipro for 30 days straight, which severely damaged my nerves and tendons. (The FDA has issued warnings about these drugs.) Then I got a bad infection. Later, I also experienced thermal burns to my spine and base of my head.
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<div>Then, I was exposed to and living in wildfires so severe that ashes were all around me here in Oregon in 2020, which exponentially exacerbated all my autonomic, nerve, and vascular damage, as well as breathing. Then in 2021 I had Covid, which causes neurological issues in even healthy people. For me, it created additional issues.
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<div>There has been a compounded, cumulative effect of all the layered injuries. Most people struggle to comprehend such a parade of horribles, but I do have records.
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<div>It has been more than I can ever put into words. I am just thankful to be alive. I am thankful for the many years I worked as a chaplain, until there were just too many injuries.
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<div>My Daily Reality
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<div>Simple things most people take for granted—opening a package, standing at the sink, stepping outside, or even too much visual input—can overload my fragile system, causing loss of balance, neurological shutdown, or crushing exhaustion. Some days I can’t get out of bed. Others, I push through just to care for myself and my faithful dog Teddie, only to crash afterward.
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<div>I haven’t seen my family in 13 years (they live on the East Coast), and for the last 10-plus years I can’t travel. I receive no family financial support. The isolation is profound, and Teddie—my constant companion, emotional anchor, and service companion in many ways—is one of the biggest reasons I keep going, in addition to God's miraculous care.
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<div>What I Am Fighting For
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<div>Yet every day, I fight to heal and hold onto as much independence as possible. As my health allows, I write devotional pieces that integrate faith, neuroscience, and psychology—sharing insights on resilience, hope, and spiritual growth on social media. It’s a small but meaningful way I continue to give back and encourage others, even from home.
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<div>My lifeline is an intensive, carefully managed regimen: specialized therapies, targeted nutrition, and essential supplements that stabilize my brain, muscles, emotions, and overall functioning. When I can stay consistent with these protocols, I feel more like myself—steadier, clearer, hopeful. When I can’t, everything declines quickly: neurologically, physically, and emotionally.
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<div>How Your Support Helps
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<div>My disability income is severely limited (SSDI), and it does not even cover rent. Ongoing costs far exceed what I can cover. Neurological medications/nutraceuticals alone are expensive and not covered by Medicare. I also need nutritious food tailored to my conditions, basic utilities, in-home support, and care for Teddie.
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<div>I’m not asking for luxuries—only the basics that allow me to continue healing, stay safe at home, avoid further decline, and keep writing when possible.
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<div>Your monthly - or one-time - support will directly help cover:
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<div>• Essential neurological and immunological supplements to stabilize my system and medical care not covered by Medicare.
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<div>• Food and daily living necessities
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<div>• Basic in-home support and utility expenses
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<div>• Veterinary care, food, and supplies for Teddie, my vital companion
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<div>• Unexpected critical needs that protect my independence and safety
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<div>A Message of Gratitude and Hope
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<div>Every gift—no matter the size—becomes part of this lifeline. It prevents eviction. It helps me get through the hardest days, hold onto hope for continued (even if gradual) improvement.
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<div>Sharing this campaign is also a huge gift. When you’re largely invisible due to homebound disability, profound isolation, and no nearby support network, awareness can make all the difference.
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<div>After a lifetime of caring for others, I now humbly need care myself. It’s been a difficult shift, but I’m grateful for every act of kindness.God has never failed me during these long, lonely years.
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<div>It's been a long, agonizing road, but I still believe healing is possible. I still hold fast to faith that God can bring restoration, step by step—and use even my writing to touch lives. I will never stop trying.
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<div>Thank you for seeing me, for caring, and for helping carry what I cannot carry alone. Your support—financial, prayerful, or simply shared—means more than words can express.
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<div>With deepest gratitude and hope,
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<div>Lori Engel
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<div>"Out of suffering come the strongest souls."
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<div>(With friends who brought Lori food in 2017)
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<div>In 2021, after wounds discovered under hair
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<div>2026
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<div>In 2009, as a chaplain.
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