Helping Gma Recover

I’m asking for help tonight, and honestly, this is hard for me to write. There is a woman in my life who is so much more than a friend. She is like a grandmother to me. She has loved me, cared for me, encouraged me, and been a safe place in my life. And right now, she is hurting—and I cannot just sit back and watch it happen. She has diabetes, and after a series of devastating and unfortunate medical events, she has recently had an amputation. Let that sink in. She is now having to learn how to navigate a life that looks completely different than the one she had before. There are things she used to do without thinking that now require planning, assistance, and equipment. She is facing a recovery she never asked for and a reality she certainly does not deserve. And I’m scared for her. I want to help make coming home a little easier. Right now, I’m trying to find assistance with groceries, a shower chair, and some type of sturdy, higher-seated chair or recliner that will allow her to sit comfortably and safely while she recovers. And she has NO idea I’m making this post. She doesn’t want help. She doesn’t want to be a burden. She is the kind of person who would probably tell everyone she’s fine while quietly trying to figure everything out herself. And that is exactly why I’m asking for her. Because I cannot watch someone I love struggle simply because she is too proud to say, “I need help.” This isn’t about making her feel helpless. It isn’t about pity. And it certainly isn’t about taking away her independence. It’s about loving somebody enough to step in when they won’t step in for themselves. If you have groceries you could spare, a shower chair sitting unused, a safe higher-seated chair or recliner, or the ability to contribute toward any of these things, please reach out to me privately. Even if you can’t give anything, please share this. You never know who might have exactly what she needs sitting in a garage, basement, or spare room. She has spent so much of her life taking care of other people. For once, I want her to know what it feels like to have people take care of her. She didn’t ask for this. She didn’t deserve this. And she shouldn’t have to face it feeling like she has to do it alone. So I’m going to be the annoying friend who asks anyway. Because sometimes loving somebody means respecting their independence. And sometimes it means saying, “I know you don’t want help. I’m helping you anyway.” Please keep her in your thoughts, prayers, and hearts. And if you’re able to help in any way, please message me. I just want to get my girl home, comfortable, fed, safe, and reminded that she is loved. ❤️