"The COVID days"

Just like everyone else, COVID ripped a hole right through our community, jobs, side jobs, and access to proper every day essentials. I had already been diagnosed with Cancer, the need for an Aortic replacement or pacemaker, and was about to get thrown off with a Huntingtons diagnosis, as all this time, the doctors were so sure the combo of the three, plus a new tumour on my brainstem was the cause of my problems with weight, appetite, balance, shaking, passing out, and a dozen other things. Although I do have what's known as "chemo teeth " from the treatment, it was not the cause of many of my issues, but I had no choice. I had to keep working double shifts 6 days a week, as I knew that due to the type of job I had, we would be the next on the chopping block. New Years Eve, 8pm EST, my phone rings. I figured use another NYE call, but it wasn't, they were closing their doors. 😞 With all my medical, and regular bills, surgeries needed, my husband of 10 years about to walk out the door, the auto hanging by a thread, all I could do is hold my little, who had grown into fully trained adult service animals and cry. I don't knoe how many many other calls of this nature went out that night, but I feel for all of you, no matter what ur story may be. 🫂 Unfortunately, this was just the bgining, with my son outin the world, and my not so little furballs, Onyx, Brutis, and, Hathor, over the senior mark, I was already getting slammed from every direction, including my own. Seizures, memory loss, glass removed from brain, mobility limited, the town shut down, and it never ends with an old used auto, and a moldy falling apart trailer on the tracks, it was a roof, and I did what I could to help my neighbours fill out the proper paperwork for the CDC, SNAP, and anything to keep them in their homes/campers, I even delivered cases of water and canned goods to a local Reverend in the RV park that did a Sunday morning gathering. By this time, I had been walked out on, so it was just me and the cats, and with the loss of appetite, and teeth, I ate very little. So the rest went to donation, even though I had been warned, people, their kids, and animals were hungry. You can't deny me a gift? I was able to make it a few more months, but aginst CDC regulations "The Moratorium", most of us were forced from our homes, to the streets or autos. I already knew a spot, and saw many familiar faces. I was fortunate, I eventually made it out, but not on my own. Had it not been for this angle, I would most likely be gone, under that bridge.....

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