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 been diagnosed witProstate Cancer and is undergoing further testing to determine the stage or how much it has metastasized since Kaiser diagnosed it 5 years ago. He also needs spinal surgery due to a slipped disk, a herniated disk, multiple pinched nerves and intermittent loss of use of his right leg, causing him to fall and sustain further injuries. He's a recovering alcoholic (He put me in Will's life for a reason - Gods' Grace be fulfilled - clean and sober as of 10/12/2019) and he is on so many meds for the pain and other medical conditions - the two if us are a walking pharmacy!
We were able to stay with friends (Andy's Godparents) for almost a month, but they are moving to Florida now, so we are back in the car. We need a home, a place to be, not living out of a car. Not setting up a tent for a night or two, only to have to pack it up and move and spending $30 a day or $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 into their scenario. Or they were just evil and hateful (Will's demented brother and his snake of a wife). Or we do not need a storage unit for our personal history, memories of people we've lost, when our lives were normal and happy or just seasonal clothes because we can get new stuff. No we can't. We are not disposable, neither is our lives or our history. And the weather changes, like 90F at the peak of the day an 38F at night. In a car. This time of year is a bear or another B word.
We need gas and food and I need a break from the constant anxiety that I am under as it my Social Security that should be paying for both of us, and it isn't. Will get's General Assistance and Food Stamps ($500 P/M) , but no warm food. It isn't enough. Not between the storage unit fees, driving to doctor's appointments (Fremont to Brentwood, San Leandro to East Livermore with the occasional trip to UCSF main campus),medical and prescription co-pay's. There are no day trips because Dad's old Cutlass that has served me well is getting old and is developing new squeak's and rattles and crap expected for a 20 year old car with almost 200,000 miles. I've taken care of it, but the seat leather is very worn now and it's cracking and the seats are showing 200K ass miles.
I am sleeping in the fetal position in the back seat. Will is reclining in the front seat. We are both in sleeping bags as it has been so cold. Will's back is fine. Mine is suffering! Andy is perfectly content in his little luxurious bed under his blankie. At 13 lbs, it doesn't take much room to stretch out and snooze! He is a content pup, especially when he's bouncing on Mom's bladder in the morning and Dad tries to keep him not so exuberant! Morning loves are the best! Rawroo!
We are former smokers! We are officially "vaping" because it is better for us, we are using quality products (no secondary market/illegal crap) and saving hundred's of $$ every month. We are eating at "soup kitchens", though cooking for ourselves would be so much better (and cheaper)! We are malnourished, not eating enough or a "balanced" diet. The food they serve at the "kitchens" are loaded with carbs, not much produce except salad, and pasta TOO DAMN MUCH. We barely got enough for either one of us the other night, and there was barely a mouth full of meat/protein. Plenty of potatoes though. So many potatoes. At least it wasn't rice. Again.
And I am looking for a Medical Malpractice attorney, but one attorney I spoke to who was interested wants to have a neurologist review the medical file to determine what went wrong and he would like some money to know I am serious. I am! They committed medical malfeasance and malpractice. And a Nurse Practioner and Psychologist had me 5150'd 13 months after my stroke because she claimed I hit her. I was using a cane to walk and extremely unsteady! Do you have any idea how traumatizing that was? How the police handled me?
Please help or share. We need publicity and I can't get anyone to be interested.