Just got a sobering call from YsD. She was coming out of the ENT’s office, her last appointment because apparently they can do nothing more for her. She has cysts growing in her ears. [As well as on her head.]
That’s why they’ve been infected for 10 years, that’s why she can’t hear. And without major surgery, she won’t be able to hear and will continue to have the infections. In a twist, because something can be done about them, she’s not eligible for a hearing aid because she would need to have permanent hearing loss.
Can’t get a job; it’s really difficult when you don’t have a place to live and/or good hearing.
And she just missed her bus, meaning she has to now wait another hour for the next one. She’s hungry and was trying to get to the soup kitchen in time to get some lunch.
She was crying, and she never cries.
Can I just tell you that I wanted to get in my truck and go get her? It’s an overwhelming urge, one I’ve managed to tamp down so far… but the despair. The hopelessness I heard in her voice… is overwhelming. And I, of course, am crying with her. Nobody should have to cry alone.
Shitfuckhelldamn. Tell me now how great I’ve been, not helping her. I dare you.
OKAY, sorry. Got a little emotional.





If she’s homeless and her friends have disappeared then naturally she’s not making it to meetings… unless the shelter has them every day and everyone attends. 






















Disregard my last post ref Tiger Direct - but still go get the pans
you are great, it is not your fault, nor is it mine, this is life - You have tried over and over to help her and it just about destroys you every time, Her style of living is just to hard on you, mentally and medically from what grows in her cave - Yes it is a heart breaker, will a trip to Western Union help?