8-hour ordeal. 17-minute interview

Yesterday, I went to my interview for the Paratransit (door to door ADA service).

I set it up while I could still "walk" down my seven front stairs in 1/2 an hour.

Wheelchair-bound now.

Several days of big snow.

Shoveled by "the love of my life" who's going on weeks of 15-minute catnaps 24/7 to care of me.

Three big burly guys in two shifts to haul my wheelchair down and up stairs:

• Mike DeWhite
• Duli
• Robert Owens

My sister drove me to-and-fro.
Actually, Mike DeWhite with help from my sis (torn rotator cuff) and my SO (6 pins holding a steel plate in her broken collar bone) deserve special mention: Mike DeWhite man-handled me upstairs, with guidance from sis and SO.

Eight-hour ordeal. 17-minute Interview. Including snapping a photo for my ID badge.

My front lawn is way too short for a ramp.  Now I "just" need a $5,000 to $10,000 chair lift...

End Game

Well we knew it had to happen in the end. 

The brain cancer has won.

You know how they say in the old movies, "Get your affairs in order, you have 3 to 6 months to live?"

Well they phrase the first part differently, the last part is the same.

I have been given 3 to 6 months to live by the doctors. 

Well I don't think the doctors know everything, and I'm trying this funny-looking headgear that makes me look like an Irish Rabbi. Things look bad.

I have granted powers of attorney, made out my will, blah blah blah.

I'm just gonna let them foreclose the house I love. 

I quit my job because I can't type, and a programmer who can't type is not a programmer. 
[I'm dictating this to my daughter, who's taken such good care of me.]

The love of my life hasn't slept for days taking care of me, and my family has had to bear the brunt of my care. I thank them for standing by me during this period.

I hate to beg for money, but I am in dire financial strates. There's a PayPal link in the top corner. Any financial help would be a blessing.

PS
I am maintaining a THANK YOU page, but forgive if I don't update frequently...