Hi, I'm Grace (aka Venka) and my BFF is Will. We're Will and Grace 2.0. We support each other as family, including our little Chinese Crested Powderpuff Andy. He is a joy in our life, because right now we have little else.
I am disabled, having suffered a Vascular Lacunar Stroke in November 2016, but not diagnosed until November 2018, a few days before I was made homeless. I have diabetes, high blood pressure, retinopathy, a TBI (due to the stroke), cognitive delays, stability issues, incontinence, the list goes on. Imagine trying to get out of the tent before you urinate over yourself and the dog and the tent? Or waiting for a bathroom at a Starbucks while your underwear is inundated with diarrhea. I have sat and cried at night on the picnic bench out of humility and shame. This is dehumanizing. And it will change you mentally.
Will has Prostate Cancer and is having a biopsy Sept. 23rd to determine what stage it currently is in as he was diagnosed over 5 years ago. This appointment was originallly scheduled for 9/8, but was rescheduled. He also needs spinal surgery due to a slipped disk, a herniated disk, multiple pinched nerves and loss of use at times of his right leg, causing him to fall and sustain further injuries. And he's an alcoholic who can't take any aspirin or pain killers for 10 days prior to the biopsy lest he bleed out. Quit drinking and quit taking pain meds? F*ck no. And he has gout and isn't taking ANY of his meds.
And we are broke until 10/2 when I het my SSI and Will gets GA and Food Stamps. Will scrounged up enough for gas ($15) and a belated birthday bouquet for our benefactress who we have been housesitting for the last two weeks. She and her other half have been angels, heaven sent to ease our pain. We truly love them.
We need a home, a place to be, not living out of a car. Not segtting up a tent for a night or two, only to have to pack it up and move. - and spending $900 a month. Again. Please help us. I'm trying to keep us alive, but so much is against us. The fact we are homeless isn't our fault, but other people's perception of how things should be and we didn't fit in to their scenario. Or they were just evil and hateful.
And our benefactress and her beloved other half have offered us chance to be temporary roommates until they have finalized their move to Florida. Thank you Lord! Prayers answered. Whether it is for weeks, or just a month, we will humbly take it and hope for Alameda Housing Advocacy to come throough in the meanwhile.
We still need help. Money for gas to get Speech therapy - 18 miles on the 580 including the intersection of the 680. Livermore to San Leandro and Fairmont Rehabilatation Hospital. It took 2 hours of traveling time yesterday. 1 hour getting there and 1 hour coming back. Haz Mat cleanup going there, afternoon commute coming back. And that was just yesterday! San Leadro is weekly. A trip to my psychologist every 2 weeks - in Brentwood. A visit to the endrochronologist, to my General Practitioner, a trip to the psychiatrist, to my psychoanalyst and that isn't counting Will's appointments! This week is light. Next week starts the insanity. And food because I get $15 total, but Will gets $192 and it's gone. How? I don't know. I have enough issues paying attention to MY account.
And our precious little Andy has hot spots. We've trimmed the impacted arreas, but no money to take him to the vet. The internets can only help so much. And he cries at night because he is so miserable, in pain and itchy. He has had an oatmeal bath. We hace CDB salve we got from Pet Food Express (not toxic to pups). There are cool compresses. He is barely eating and hiding under the bed and won't come out unless he thinks we're leaving. He doesn't want to misss out on something exciting! Poor pup. It looks like a drunk barber went on a tear on his hindquarters!
Please help us.
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