An Anniversary August 9, 1974

 

50 incredible years. An anniversary

There are moments in our lives that change the course of the future. 

Aug.9, 1974 was one of those days.

Nixon resigned. 

A year before tragedy struck our family and took the life of my sweet sister leaving 3 helpless children and our mother destroyed. I miscarried our baby because of the stress. 

But we survived the sad year and we're hoping I was pregnant again.  New life was needed!

Somehow we survived and we found optimism in the midst of that hell. 

Charlie Daniels was singing "The devil went down to Georgia". My husband Dan was driving us to meet friends at Oak Knoll in Ashland for dinner and dancing. I said no alcohol for me! We were excited about canning from the huge garden we raised. 

Suddenly there's 2 lanes of traffic at a standstill on the freeway.  Dan slammed the brakes and the car was bouncing off guard rails. 

No seat belts. He tried to hold me down from bouncing all over the car and dislocated his wrist. 

I felt no pain. My body was numb.  They tore the car open with jaws of life and I was losing vision when I heard the paramedic say, "She's shocking!"

Next thing I knew I was in the ICU.  My skull was split open. Crushed pelvis. PAIN! Dislocated SI joint, knee, neck. And pouring blood from the baby I was losing. Again.

They didn't operate and pin the pelvic bones because they thought the head injury would kill me.  So the bones healed misaligned and has caused disability since.  I was told I would not walk again and had to have extensive rehabilitation. Someone had to support our little girl, so after 10 weeks flat on my back, I went to work on crutches.  They refused me time off for physical therapy. My 6 year perfect little girl was shuffled between relatives for a couple of weeks.  Hospital wouldn't allow children! I promised her that I would never let her down again! What a sweet child she was!

I  refused to go on disability at 26 years of age. I was cute and smart and funny, so I simply faked my wellbeing for the next 40 years.  I refused to take pain killers.  I worked 2 jobs and cared for 6 acres and raised my granddaughters!

I was having cognitive deficits but was afraid to discuss it. One day in 1975 I was driving down Main Street and had no idea where I was going or how I got there. 

A little over a year later, our beautiful, precious son Danny was born. But by then, life had become more than 2 young adults could handle and hold a family together. We were carrying for our parents and their children!

 PTSD from Vietnam and a childhood of abuse, alcohol was taking my husband. I raised our children with no support as he became lost in drugs and I filed for divorce.  

I nor my family EVER TOOK A DIME OF TAXPAYERS MONEY all those years! I managed companies that prospered. I made some people in Oregon rich!

More injury, broken bones were occuring severely by 2014.  My bones are like thin glass from chronic hereditary pancreatitis.

I kept having loss of fields of vision all those years, unbearable headaches, focus problems, on crutches much of the time. 

So I prepared for old age and more disability.  My home was perfect after 10 hard years of work. I had all the equipment and was close to the doctors offices. I would never have to depend on anyone. 

September 8, 2020, the Almeda urban arson proven wildfire took my community. I escaped with Bug's the cat and our home was a 1998 Subaru. 

I find myself confused often, unable to see well or drive. I will never be able to go back home and am stuck in the boonies without medical care. I'm in pain all the time and can't get a prescription for a pain killer. I've lost 5 inches in height. I hurt. 

I'm so tired of the pain. 

My insurance screwed me

And the Biden regime takes part of my social security checks every month to repay emergency catastrophe funds plus $15,000 interest. 

So, since all my family and friends are now dead or gone far away, I wanted to tell all of you who really don't know me except for political participation what I have been doing for the last 50 years. 

I'm frightened. I often remind myself of Joe Biden except for his being a pathological

liar. It's difficult to guage how bad off I am without ever seeing other people. I've lost the ability to communicate verbally, which is how I made my living! I can't stop crying if I try to speak.  I weigh 85 pounds.

I would give anything just to see a familiar face.  

I lost my sweet Bugs last winter to cancer...STRESS! 

So, one day soon I won't be here, but I so appreciate those who have wished me well. I'M ready to go. Enough pain. 

For you cruel sonsofbitches who rejoiced when my home burned, find forgiveness someplace else..

 NOT MY JOB.