WHEELCHAIR STOLEN WITH CAR
About 7 months ago I believe God finally introduced me to my forever...Rich and i met shortly after my husband of 15 years and i were divorced...the connection that we had when we met was unforgettable...the trials and tribulations the we began to experience together have surely been nothing but the work of God...4 months into our relationship he was shot 4 times from behind and paralyzed from the waist down...my world was turned upside down...i had lost my house and my car so the 3 months he spent in the hospital literally knocking on deaths door for most of his stays, was an extremely stressful time...i spent hours on the bus going to and from the hospital, somehow still finding time for my four kids, school and near the end, a full time job....i had to be taught how to care for rich outside the hospital, I had to be there to talk to the doctors...i just needed to be there..as the time got closer for him to come home though, I had to start figuring out how to get a car and a place to live...in his early 30s, adjusting to his new lifestyle was all but easy...before he was shot we were always out and about...we had recently gone to lake of the Ozarks with our kids for vacation...we went to dinner...movies...he took me to work and picked me up everyday...sometimes surprising me on my lunchbreak for a quick walk in the park......we were planning things.....he is now inmobile without a wheelchair.....he is bed bound...for us though there was light at the end of the tunnel...although he did have a spinal cord injury, it was an "incomplete" injury according to the doctors and if therapy was continued and effort put in, he could have a chance of walking again. Thankfully, my dad, who lives in kansas city, was able to do some repairs to a back up car he had, liscense it and insure for me. I got on a greyhound bus at 3am. I got into Kansas City at 7:30am, spent 15min in Kansas City to pick up the 1995 Hyuandi stick shift, drove 4 hours back to st louis (car is old, can't go over 60mph) and went to work from 4pm until 12pm, then straing to the hospital...The day I got that car I felt like God had given us a second chance..I immediately started looking at houses and within a week of having the car I moved into my own place, finally. as soon as I got that car, we were able to start trying to figure out how we were going to function when he came home...We had to learn how to transfer him from place to place, in and out of his wheelchair, in and out of bed, how to cath, how to change his colostomy bag, how to change all his wound dressing, and multiple other things that we never thought would be part of our plan...although it has been extremely rough and frustrating...mostly because the one thing the hospital didn't teach me, was where and how to get the supplies he requires, we were able to do it....together....we began to slowly get into a routine and try to accept the current situatin with all hope that it is temporary...we just lived the best we could...As we began to run out of supplies, I began to frantically start making phone calls. Only to find out that two of the supplies he requires( straight catheters and colostomy bags)require a doctor prescription in order for the insurance to pay for them but I can just purchase them out of pocket. We made the trip to the medical supply store and got what we needed to get by in hopes that the orders from the doctor would be received fairly quickly and we would get the ordered supplies. Needless to say, last saturday as I was warming up the car to go buy more supplies (still haven't received order), my car, along with Richs wheelchair that was in the trunk, was stolen. Yes, a 1995 stick shift was stolen from my driveway. I know it's hard to believe because really, who can drive a stick these days?? Atleast that's what I truely believed. I never expected this to happen to us. All I could think about was, oh my God, his wheelchair was in there, what are we going to do?? I honestly couldn't belive it. Anyway, we reported the car stolen (3 hours later due to the incompetence of the first ferguson police officer who arrived and left) and the officer who took the report (Officer Jill) just happened to have a possible lead on a wheelchair. I'm not going to give you all the in between but a week later, the ferguson police department delivered a new wheelchair to Rich. It was quite a surprise because I never expected to receive that kind of help from the police nor did I expect the police cheif and 5 other officers to accomany him with the delivery. It kind of felt like the publisher clearinghouse commercials. I guess I always felt like things like that were outside their box and so I would have expected them to maybe outsource our wheelchair need. So, although we do now have a wheelchair, I still have no car to get him where he needs to go for medical care he requires...I still have no car to obtain the medical supplies he requires...I still have no car to get to the pharmacy to get the medication he requires...It is imperative that Rich continue his medical care and therapy. I have put my heart and soul, everything I have, into the love and care of Rich and keeping him alive and healthy...Whoever stole my care really has no idea what they have done...They have put his life in danger, they have taken the backbone from our family....they have now compromised my forever...+ Read More
So....ferguson police department delivered a new wheelchair yesterday!!! Although this is fabulous...it doesn't solve our need for transportation...my boyfriend requires medical treatment and supplies that are not right around the corner...we need to be able to obtain these supplies and care in order to maintain his health...unfortunately I can't even depend on tax money to get a new car because when they took the car they took all my information so I have to wait on replacements and who knows how long it will take....so please please help us continue to try and recover. Thanks so much!! Be blessed!!