A Million Dollars… I can dream, right?

I’ve played the lottery so many times, I’ve lost count. Even if I only got 5 in a row for the million dollars, I’d be content. I’ve entered the HGTV dream home as often as I remember as well. Cash option or the house? What a tough decision but if I won it today, I’d choose the house! (I think!). A fresh start in a new state away from the nightmares of the last 7 years that have plagued me. And better medical! Just the idea of living so close to a good medical establishment is enough in and of itself. A place that understands rare disease, doctor’s who could actually give me and my children a treatment plan and care. Sigh…

The dream of simply being debt free. Free to use the money we have to handle our needs without struggling, without juggling, without having to pass up on things we could really use but can’t quite afford. So many things that could make our lives easier when battling disease but just out of reach for us. A main floor master bedroom with an appropriate bathroom, an office, a pool for hot days when our heat sensitivity flares up as simply entering the cool water lifts the heavy fatigue, dizziness and disorientation in a way nothing else can. I was recently told by my home physical therapist that I simply have two appropriate options for physical therapy that would be a benefit for me due to the conditions I suffer. Water therapy and a recumbent stationary bike. Two items I don’t have and to access them is difficult due to the energy it drains from me simply leaving my home, not to mention how driving is becoming an issue and hubby works too much to take me to my appointments.

To imagine being debt free and my husband being able to simple work a part time job to keep him stimulated while being available to the family to help with our medical needs. I dream. The loss of my career aspirations when I become disabled was a devastating blow, having spent over a decade working towards that goal and then having it slip through my fingers. I feel useless being unable to contribute. Even though I have my VA disability, it’s truly not enough to cover our needs. Imagine being debt free and being able to hire the help we desperately need. Someone to help me upkeep my home, change my bedding, clean my shower, tasks I actually once enjoyed as I’m a stress cleaner and neat freak and now unable to do those simple tasks. It saddens me. I miss my yard work, spending time in the garden. So much work I put into our last home when my condition was moderate and not quite so severe. Yet we gave up that home for extended families sake which ended up being one of the worst mistakes we made.

So many regrets. That home was much more fitting for my disabilities and contained all the touches, blood, sweat, and tears that I was able to put into it, doing my passion, a little here, a little there while still able at that time to at least do something I loved. The regret is a heavy burden I carry, unable to put those touches into our current home that isn’t nearly as set up to meet our needs and nothing left in me to give. If I won the lottery, I would hire someone to design the home in the way in which I imagined when I first set eyes upon it. But I’d still move. I’d probably keep it as an investment but just being able to see my ideas spring to life, even if from someone else’s hands, that would satisfy me. But the cold in our state was not something I thought I’d ever have to worry about.

The bitter cold, so crippling to my muscles. It’s cold about 8+ months out of the year here. That’s just over two months to be able to live my life with less pain and more movement before having to start the cycle all over again and stuck to my recliners and left to my writing, my support groups, and my anxiety over the tasks that never get done. I need a warmer climate. But I feel stuck. The money it costs to move to a whole new state, a new life, starting all over again, I just don’t have that kind of money. The thought depresses me as I know having better health care and living in a warmer climate might actually improve my function and abilities and options. I feel stuck.

I truly dream of buying one of those rectangular hot tubs with the hand rails and moving current. That would be the PERFECT way I could actually exercise my muscles so I don’t lose anymore than I already have. I tend to live at the waterpark during the summer, sitting on a tube in the lazy river and moving my legs as much as I can to maintain what’s left of them. But each year it gets more crowded and the tubes get less and less as I wait for an availability and then worry about having too many pushing people around me shoving me in wrong direction and hoping not to get hurt. It’s not the best environment for disabled people.

And my kids. My kids who need access to top specialists due to certain rare conditions that I would not trust just anyone to take care of. They’re my life. The services are extremely limited where I live. Our state is also behind on access to certain medicines legal in over half of our states but not in ours. A medicine that actually provides some relief and benefit and even suggested by my kids doctor as well as my own but yet, it’s not allowed. What is, isn’t enough. So once again, I feel stuck.

If only I had a million dollars. The ability to pay off every one of my debts, fix the house enough to either be sellable or rentable and the money to move to a place more suitable to our needs, our family. The funds that would then be available to hire the help we need, the devices and services we need, and to finally rest. It’s that time. Rest is needed, the ability to pass the torch and be taken care of. I’ve spent my whole life taking care of others but now it’s my time, my turn, to simply rest. I need rest.

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