A couple of weeks ago, my sister was upset by the confines of the medical facility. Its was an end of life facility and the only available open bed. Everyone else was over 80 and she is just 55. It wasn't ideal but a place to sleep. It was very restrictive with many protocols, and they were heavily medicating her. She's a free spirit and was rarely allowed outside. She wanted to live while she still had time, get a van and let God decide when she dies. She called the place a slow death...
Trying to get her to stay and be safe for a little more time, I shared my thoughts.
"There's no freedom in security and no security in freedom," I offered. She paused and said, "Did you just make that up? That's very profound." I often think in poetic little gems and this one spoke to her.
Our father, was strict, our brother controlling and our mom was depressed and afraid to stand up for us. We both came out very independent, optimistic, adventurous and learned as kids to fend for ourselves. Neither of us respond well to total control. Still, life teaches most of us that some compromises are required to have a healthy life and I think she's learning that. The truth is there is little freedom in security, and little security in freedom-maybe not none. We all have to find that middle ground that we can live with.
Unfortunately, as she pondered her limited choices at the hospital facility, the decision was made for her. Over two weeks ago, the facility threw her out w / no warning and nowhere to go. They were upset that she took extra time at her doctor appt. She wanted some time for herself and walked from the doctor to Walmart to pick up her meds. Truth is, they were looking for reasons to throw her out and unwittingly, she gave them one.
Katherine, myself, my assistant and several of my friends have called over 13 shelters daily for over two weeks, there is no availability. Many don't take single women, some offer only food and clothes, and she's on a wait list for the shelters that allow it. The shelters are booked for weeks to months out in Southern California. She needs to stay there for her heart doctors and insurance, and she's trying to establish a relationship w / her kids. It was amazing to witness the reunion with her and her daughter.
Nearly three months ago, she'd left an abusive relationship and took the train and Greyhound bus from the East Coast. She'd hoped that my brother (who is a multi millionaire in San Diego) would help her if she was just humble enough, but he threatened her and would not. She'd hoped to find a job but she's in no condition to work with all her medical issues. She went to the DMV, got her ID and will receive a food card and $500 a month on Jan 2. But that's still not enough to maintain a rental or even a room. To date, there are no eligible medical facilities with available beds.
She doesn't want to live in a bed anyway.
Ive been trying for about 10 weeks to help facilitate hotels, and other issues that come up for her. But we have come to a crossroad because I cant maintain $2500+ a month for the hotel. We've secured another night for tonight. Tomorrow she will go back to the ER for a couple days, where they will secure her meds for a couple days and then release her. She'd be homeless again by Christmas Day. My optimistic sister was sounding suicidal and I can't stand by and do nothing.
So here's the plan:
A friend and I have created our own fund for her, and were going to get her a van. This idea makes her very happy because she can be independent and still get to her doctor appts. She has a place to park where showers and daily meals are available-at the Encinitas Community Resource Center. We'd love to have your help with this. This will be a true Christmas miracle for her and we can permanently solve her problem, while still allowing her some dignity.
If you can help please contact me directly or DM me. Thank you for your consideration.



