It must be bad. She’s asking for help.

It must be bad. She’s accepting help. I wish I had something clever or witty to say right now. I don’t. I’m pretty tired. The short story is that I was recently diagnosed with a rare, incurable condition called Myesthenia Gravis. I’ve also had other devastating medical issues over the past year or so. Inside the last year I’ve lost everything I’ve worked so hard for, and I’m now homeless. My car needs work, and I absolutely need it to be able to make my life workable. I’m in the process of getting a long-term plan in place. I just need some help in the interim, because getting resources in place through the government (Federal, State and Local) is grueling and takes a lot of time, patience and energy. If I can’t get my car fixed, pay for insurance on it, or be able to pay for my phone it’ll make things exquisitely difficult for me. Those are my bare necessities. That’s why I’m reaching out for help, so I can help myself. On November 11th I’ll be having surgery to remove my thymus gland, and it’s likely I also need a pacemaker soon. I won’t be able to work for a few weeks, and haven’t been with Trader Joe’s long enough to qualify for short-term disability. I’ve been documenting my most recent re-start in life on my personal Facebook page. All of the posts are public. Please feel free to visit and peruse! I’m a writer at heart, so I promise the posts will offer insight and wit. So much love to you for your help. I promise I’ll never take your generosity for granted. I’m way too humble for such behavior, and continue to be further humbled each day! - Jules