I want to go home.
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My name is Lynette B Latchford. In 2014, at 44 years old, I left my home of 18 years to return to Central Pennsylvania to care for my aging parents. As a middle-aged, single, childless woman, I started my life over.
I will never regret the decision to move back here. But it was not a smooth road.
I have had 6 full-time jobs. That is equal to all my jobs combined from 1993-2014. There is no stability in that.
I suffered cruelly from spinal stenosis to the point of partial paralysis. The surgery to repair and stabilize my lumbar spine occurred January 27, 2017. Two rods, two pins, and 14 screws later; not to mention five days in the hospital, 10 days in rehab, and seven days at my mom's before I got home. That obviously came to quite a total. I will be making small payments for the rest of my life.
In 2015 my dad, Richard, gets sick. We don't know with what until the last week of October. He has PSP. Never heard of it? A rare form of Parkinson's called Progressive Supranuclear Palsy. Look it up. Horrible. He lives three more months. Painfree and with most of his mind. Our prayers were answered. Buried first parent, 02/4/2016.
Then I spend basically every free moment with my mom, Barbara. We perfect our yard sale game. We try new restaurants. We do craft projects together. We go on days trips looking for thrift/antique/junk stores. We shop. Wonderful times.
Late 2018, my mom starts forgetting birthdays and the like. She's fully aware of it, so I attribute it to normal aging. Fast forward to late '19. She is no longer aware of when she forgets. She falls into a dark, deep depression that causes her at one point to look me in the eye and say, "When will I be allowed to die?" Heartbreaking.
Early 2020. She gets scammed out of a significant amount of money, changed her bank account password 14 times in a month, and takes down the notes I leave her because she "doesn't need them". We argue, scream, cry. She tells me she will go to a nursing home whenever I say. Not so wonderful times. Five days later, she has a heart attack in her sleep. What more painless and peaceful way to go? Buried second parent, 04/17/2020.
Mom and Dad were the solitary reason for moving to PA. They have moved on and now it is time for me to move back to my friends and adopted family in Omaha. But as everyone knows, moving is not a cheap endeavor.
Therefore, this plea for help to defray the costs. Any donation will be sincerely appreciated, especially in the time of Covid.
Thank you all for paying attention. And donating.
I will never regret the decision to move back here. But it was not a smooth road.
I have had 6 full-time jobs. That is equal to all my jobs combined from 1993-2014. There is no stability in that.
I suffered cruelly from spinal stenosis to the point of partial paralysis. The surgery to repair and stabilize my lumbar spine occurred January 27, 2017. Two rods, two pins, and 14 screws later; not to mention five days in the hospital, 10 days in rehab, and seven days at my mom's before I got home. That obviously came to quite a total. I will be making small payments for the rest of my life.
In 2015 my dad, Richard, gets sick. We don't know with what until the last week of October. He has PSP. Never heard of it? A rare form of Parkinson's called Progressive Supranuclear Palsy. Look it up. Horrible. He lives three more months. Painfree and with most of his mind. Our prayers were answered. Buried first parent, 02/4/2016.
Then I spend basically every free moment with my mom, Barbara. We perfect our yard sale game. We try new restaurants. We do craft projects together. We go on days trips looking for thrift/antique/junk stores. We shop. Wonderful times.
Late 2018, my mom starts forgetting birthdays and the like. She's fully aware of it, so I attribute it to normal aging. Fast forward to late '19. She is no longer aware of when she forgets. She falls into a dark, deep depression that causes her at one point to look me in the eye and say, "When will I be allowed to die?" Heartbreaking.
Early 2020. She gets scammed out of a significant amount of money, changed her bank account password 14 times in a month, and takes down the notes I leave her because she "doesn't need them". We argue, scream, cry. She tells me she will go to a nursing home whenever I say. Not so wonderful times. Five days later, she has a heart attack in her sleep. What more painless and peaceful way to go? Buried second parent, 04/17/2020.
Mom and Dad were the solitary reason for moving to PA. They have moved on and now it is time for me to move back to my friends and adopted family in Omaha. But as everyone knows, moving is not a cheap endeavor.
Therefore, this plea for help to defray the costs. Any donation will be sincerely appreciated, especially in the time of Covid.
Thank you all for paying attention. And donating.
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Lynette B. Latchford
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Port Matilda, PA