Coming in from the Cold!

On Oct. 6th, I went to the hospital for what I thought would be a quick surgery...

The common thread from all my mentors, that produces most of my Gratitude, and my joy, has come from the very simple idea of being of service. In everyone I admire from near or far, that is the trait that sticks out, and it always seems to have a person full of joy and passion for living along with it. Somehow you'd think that would make asking for help less difficult, but it doesn't.

It's not an easy thing asking for help. Pretty much every part of me says you just don't do that, somehow I'm wrong or broken if I need help. I've done something wrong.

...so on October 6th last year, I was admitted to University of Utah Hospital in Salt Lake City, and where I thought I'd spend the next 12-24 hours for hernia surgery, I ended up in the hospital for 24 days, and then in a nursing home for the next 2 weeks, and then in a combined assisted living/hospice center for the past 3 months recovering from an invasive abdomen surgery, multiple blood transfusions, and kidney disease. I've had amazing care, great providers, and I'm so grateful. Medicare has taken care of almost every bill I've gotten through this whole process, and continues to cover most of my prescriptions. It does not help me move into a rental and on to the next stage of my life which I hope is filled with the rebuilding of my photography business, helping niche carpenters renovate homes, and somehow participate in being of service to people in my current situation and the homeless epidemic.

I have to move out of my assisted living situation tomorrow, Friday, Feb 16th. My health is good, my spirits high, and so is my anxiety, LOL. I've found a small place to rent, but after 4 months of medical bedtime, I'm in a financial situation where I need help or I am on the street homeless. I have almost half of what I need, $2200, to move, and am trying this as a last resource. Having a home means a lot to me. If I had not tried every church, homeless list, housing list, I would not be doing this.

My last few stays in the hospital before October 6th, were all alcohol related. I haven't drank since 2017, and am so thankful for that.

I've had an amazing life, and the people and relationships woven through it have been of a caliber I could not have imagined. When I think about it all, to say I've been lucky misses the mark completely. That makes it hard for me to ask for others to help me, especially when I feel like I've lived a life full of angels that I already could never repay.

If there is anything you can help towards my situation, thank you. If you can't, thank you, if you have, thank you.

Love Wilson