Good news on the FES Therapy Cycle. It is scheduled for delivery and set-up on Friday. This Friday! It’s exactly one week, to the day, since we advanced the funds to Restorative Therapies to get the delivery in motion. We were told it would take four, so I thought I’d have more time to pull the funds together (i.e., keep begging for donations).
So, as you might guess, I’m in a bit of a panic to make this work. The plan is to float this debt on a credit card for a month. Actually, this charge already went through. So, technically it is paid-in-full as far as Restorative Therapies is concerned. Whatever cannot be raised from my pitiful (but necessary) begging will be paid from our household finances first and then Ryan’s Special Needs Trust Fund as a last resort.
Just so you know, we always tap out personal funds first. Really, every extra penny Sue makes is applied to the care and treatment of Ryan. We buy nothing that is non-essential for ourselves (in almost two-and-a-half years). No luxury for us! Our daughter, Kari, also feels it (and has never… not once… said a word about it). This is so unfair.
Believe me when I tell you it’s both humbling and embarrassing to ask for help. It hurts my pride. If only those thugs would take accountability. I suppose they care about me even less than they care about Ryan, so I don’t see this happening until I drag them through the courts. Even then I doubt I’ll see a penny, but having a lien on their lives might be fair trade.
Sorry about that soap box tirade. It’s just too easy to get me riled when it comes to these cowardly punks. They are nothing more than a drag on society. Oh, and I include their family as well. The whole lot of them just suck… big time.
Where was I? Oh, yes…
We did get some much-needed help yesterday with a donation from the Briar Wood (and Broad Run) High School Lacrosse. These local Ashburn schools always treat Ryan so well. We now have right around $4,000 dedicated to the purchase, or roughly 23%. We already paid down the balance by this amount.
My apologies for my writing being so scattered today. My mind is reeling with so many balls (ha, ha, I said “balls”) in the air.