I cant tell anyone else this, but I just realized that almost exactly 5 years ago, I tried to kill myself and ended up in the hospital. I guess I've made it longer than I thought I would.
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I cant tell anyone else this, but I just realized that almost exactly 5 years ago, I tried to kill myself and ended up in the hospital. I guess I've made it longer than I thought I would.
Is there any way for your followers to donate to you and Martin? I'm not good with comforting words but I've been watching your struggle and I can only imagine the financial burden it's placing on you and I wish I could contribute. Neither of you deserve whats happening and the fact that the institutions in your area are turning their backs on you is absolutely gut wrenching. I can't donate much but I'm sure many others would be happy to pitch in as well if you opened an avenue to do so <3
Thank-you for taking the time to write and express your concern. I’m broke as fuck but feel indifferent about the (crippling) debt I’ll be in when this is over.
If followers want to help then perhaps they’ll consider contacting their local cancer society and offering to drive a rural person to a chemo appointment. I can’t describe how stressful it is trying to figure out how to get Martin to chemo and how depressing the complete lack of support is. “Well Karen, I guess you are just going to die at home because you are outside our service area.”. It would mean a lot to us if even one follower took time out of his/her/their busy life to do this. The Tumblr flip expression, “Save a life.”, would actually be true.
In case anyone doesn’t know where to start -
American Cancer Society has a program https://www.cancer.org/treatment/support-programs-and-services/road-to-recovery.html
If you can’t drive or would be unable to there is a program called chemo cars that looks like it donates free rides using uber or lyft to cancer patients. https://chemocars.org
Or you can contact your local hospitals and treatment centers - you may or may not have the option to specify cancer patients.
Also you can see if there are any patient advocacy groups near you. There are a lot of types of patient advocacy but they usually have a good idea of who needs help.
Another way to help would to become a patient advocate. If you are good with finances or making phone calls a lot of people need help with that. But the kind I’m most familiar with is ones that go with the patient to appointments and take notes, make sure everything the patient discussed with them prior is talked about, etc.
In Canada (I’m in Alberta.), start by contacting the Canadian Cancer Society - Volunteer - Drive People - Talk to the support service volunteer coordinator directly about how you can help a rural person struggling with cancer. There is lots of support for people in cities but there isn’t anything for rural folks. “Well, maybe a volunteer will call us and offer to drive someone from your area to the cancer clinic.” Why would they? No one knows that cancer support services aren’t available to people outside major cities.
I have posts with thousands of notes but I am most pleased with this post which has 40 reblogs. Maybe the post I wrote in the middle of the night when I couldn’t sleep because I’m so worried about Martin will help a rural person reach his/her/their chemo appointment. That would be so great. Thank-you.
I rarely repost anything anymore, but this is SO important. Anything helps.
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A demon that writes messages on your mirror with blood but they’re useful messages. Like “remember you have yoga at 6 tonight”
“You need to leave him, Karen”.
I am so here for this
I just spit water all over my desk… this is amazing
Brenda turned, following her friend’s trembling finger.
“Oh, that’s just Rh’lygh.”
“Its…what?”
“Yeah, he’s been a total lifesaver this semester.”
The dark figure drew closer in a shroud of mist and extended a claw like hand that slowly wrapped around Brenda’s shoulder. She glanced at her forearm, upon which strange welts arose that arranged themselves into barely intelligible runes:
Remember you need to study for that biology exam.
“Thanks, I will Rh’lygh, but I’m meeting Brian first.”
He’s no good for you Brenda.
“Rh’lygh, we’ve been over this.”
He’s a cad, Brenda.
Y'all have got me so tickled
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I feel like Chance really go to Beyoncé and Jay Z house just to talk about his problems and eat their food.
Chance: Auntie Yoncé, I’m outside.
Beyoncé: I know, baby. Come in.
Chance:AYE BLUE BLUE! Blue:don’t you have a home??
Everyone that doesn’t like Beyoncé HAS to let you know. And they always say it in this smug way with some kind of superiority complex like they’re special for not liking something because it’s popular. Like we get it; you weren’t hugged enough when you were younger. Go away.
I love that every time Beyonce is slighted, she’s absorbs the blow and vows a quiet, calculated vengeance through art, and Solange is picking up folding chairs and wailing on people WWE style.
Solange is like Achilles laying waste to enemies of the house of Knowles, and then shouting, “Is there no one else!?” I love it.
Paisley, CEO of Paisley Park Enterprises
“This happened sometime in 2006. I was on the phone with Prince late one night when he discovered a kitten must have followed him into the garage at Paisley Park. He was in the studio and saw it on the video monitor wandering around, and he had a fit. (Like a real fit!)
I convinced him he should give it something to eat. ‘What can I feed him?’ he asked, so I ran through a list of things that cats can eat…hamburger, chicken, even a couple hot dogs cut up or bologna. There was dead silence on the phone. He says, ‘You do remember I am a vegetarian, right? You think I have any bologna or hot dogs around here?’ I suggested cheese or tuna and some milk. 'I think I’ve got some tuna and milk’, he says. I told him to give the poor thing a little bit and then set the rest outside the door so he will go out, but I said he probably doesn’t have any friends and will most likely die out there. There’s dead silence on the phone again and then he says, 'I’ll call you back’ and hangs up.
Two hours later (3:30 am or so) the phone rings again and it’s Prince asking, 'What should I name it?’”
Read more about Paisley(s) on People of Paisley Park’s Facebook Page!
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This is so funny I’m going to pee
this Somali girl gave him the WORK when he tried to pull her hijab Reblog so you can bless every Muslim Woman with these hands
Give it to him
I’m mad he actually tried to throw his hands up back omfg. I hope she’s ok.
Shes been training or something, look at that form… she’s been preparing for a fucker to test her
Bob Fletcher, a former California agriculture inspector who, ignoring the resentment of neighbors, quit his job in the middle of World War II to manage the fruit farms of Japanese families forced to live in internment camps, died on May 23 in Sacramento. He was 101.
His death was confirmed by Doris Taketa, who was 12 when Mr. Fletcher agreed to run her family’s farm in 1942, the year she and her extended family were relocated to the Jerome War Relocation Center in Arkansas.
“He saved us,” Ms. Taketa said.
After Japan bombed Pearl Harbor on Dec. 7, 1941, the United States government forced 120,000 Japanese-Americans on the West Coast out of their homes and into internment camps for the duration of the war.
Near Sacramento, many of the Japanese who were relocated were farmers who had worked land around the town of Florin since at least the 1890s. Mr. Fletcher, who was single and in his early 30s at the time, knew many of them through his work inspecting fruit for the government. The farmers regarded him as honest, and he respected their operations.
After President Franklin D. Roosevelt signed an executive order in February 1942 that made the relocation possible by declaring certain parts of the West to be military zones, Al Tsukamoto, whose parents arrived in the United States in 1905, approached Mr. Fletcher with a business proposal: would he be willing to manage the farms of two family friends of Mr. Tsukamoto’s, one of whom was elderly, and to pay the taxes and mortgages while they were away? In return, he could keep all the profits.
Mr. Fletcher and Mr. Tsukamoto had not been close, and Mr. Fletcher had no experience growing the farmers’ specialty, flame tokay grapes, but he accepted the offer and soon quit his job.
For the next three years he worked a total of 90 acres on three farms — he had also decided to run Mr. Tsukamoto’s farm. He worked 18-hour days and lived in the bunkhouse Mr. Tsukamoto had reserved for migrant workers. He paid the bills of all three families — the Tsukamotos, the Okamotos and the Nittas. He kept only half of the profits.
Many Japanese-American families lost property while they were in the camps because they could not pay their bills. Most in the Florin area moved elsewhere after the war. When the Tsukamotos returned in 1945, they found that Mr. Fletcher had left them money in the bank and that his new wife, Teresa, had cleaned the Tsukamotos’ house in preparation for their return. She had chosen to join her husband in the bunkhouse instead of accepting the Tsukamotos’ offer to live in the family’s house.
“Teresa’s response was, ‘It’s the Tsukamotos’ house,’ ” recalled Marielle Tsukamoto, who was 5 when she and her family were sent to the Jerome center.
Ms. Tsukamoto is now the president of the Florin chapter of the Japanese American Citizens League. Her mother, Mary Tsukamoto, was a teacher, activist and historian who, with Elizabeth Pinkerton, wrote “We the People: A Story of Internment in America.”
Mr. Fletcher’s willingness to work the farms was not well received in Florin, where before the war some people had resented the Japanese immigrants for their success. Japanese children in the area were required to attend segregated schools. Mr. Fletcher was unruffled by personal attacks; he felt the Japanese farmers were being mistreated.
“I did know a few of them pretty well and never did agree with the evacuation,” he told The Sacramento Bee in 2010. “They were the same as anybody else. It was obvious they had nothing to do with Pearl Harbor.”
After the war, resentment against the Japanese in Florin continued. If Mr. Tsukamoto tried to buy a part at the hardware store only to be told that the part was not in stock, he would ask Mr. Fletcher to buy it for him.
Robert Emmett Fletcher Jr. was born in San Francisco on July 26, 1911, when the city was still rebuilding after the great earthquake five years earlier. He attended the University of California, Davis, and later managed a peach orchard before taking the job as a state shipping point inspector.
Survivors include his wife, the former Teresa Cassieri, to whom he was married for 67 years; their son, Robert Emmett III; three granddaughters; and five great-grandchildren.
The Fletchers bought their own land in Florin after the war and raised hay and cattle. Mr. Fletcher was a volunteer firefighter in Florin for many decades before becoming the paid fire chief. He was also active in historical groups.
He was never much for celebrating his role in the war, and he noted that other Florin residents had helped their Japanese neighbors.
“I don’t know about courage,” he said in 2010 as Florin was preparing to honor him in a ceremony. “It took a devil of a lot of work.”