I am a 53 year old woman and I find myself afflicted with brain atrophy, a condition that will eventually lead to dementia.
The life expectancy from onset of symptoms is 6-8 years allegedly.
My neurologist suggested that by maintaining a proper diet, engaging in mental exercises, and eliminating stress, I might extend my life by a year or two.
However, I am homeless and soon to be unsheltered.
Under these circumstances, the hope of longevity diminishes with each passing day.
I remain determined to forge ahead nonetheless.
The abandonment by my family for reasons known only to them, the loss of my identity after job loss, the deterioration of my health, and ultimately, the deprivation of a home have left me questioning my purpose.
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except for my dog.
Were it not for his unwavering love and loyalty, I might not have found the strength to endure.
He is the only family I have.
He deserves so muc than what he has got at this moment.
My dog and I desperately need a place we can call home, but in the alternative, a temporary place so that I can get back up on my feet.
Preferably a place where we can find some solace and enjoy some semblance of a quality life together for however long it may last.
I am one of thousands of homeless with similar stories.
My heart goes out to each and every one, especially the genuinely terminally ill, wishing I could solve the homeless crisis myself.
I’m not asking for pity.
I am simply looking for some compassion, like so many others.
We have been through a very humbling experience and are therefore, not particular at all.
A house, apartment, shed or garage—it does not matter to us.
Safety is of the utmost importance.
Secondarily, the proximity to employment or public transportation.
We are currently in Arkansas and are looking to RELOCATE preferably to a warmer climate.
Rest assured that any living arrangement will only be necessary until I can get my own transportation.
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