I spent all my NY savings on rent after my 2nd diagnosis.
I applied for a SAMFund grant in September, naively thinking that they could help me with my goal of moving to NY.
I just got an email today saying that I have been rejected, because at the time I was writing my application essay, I hadn't finished treatment (this was during the RAI). So, even though I'm finished, I am disqualified.
I'm on the train and I can't contain my tears.
I really was hoping.
EDIT: this piece of wisdom has been bestowed upon me by the lovely Bekah:
FUCK Samfund. I've applied for the same grants, and they claim to reject me because I'll 'never be finished with treatment.' Since mine is chronic, it will come and go..
We create our own world with our minds -- you know this. Yes, you are allowed to be down and out, you are allowed to feel like the world will cave in. Life hits us fucking hard, but we MUST get back up.
Cry, throw things, get pissed. And then, shake it off. The world is still yours if you want it.
(I needed that.) And for the record-- New York was awesome; the people friendly, the food delicious, and the subways didn't smell (much) like pee. I'll get there despite everything.
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I wish I could say something to make you feel better, but all I can say is I'm sorry. Sending up prayers for you.
patty
Stupid samfund people...
i know right?
i haven't had much of an online presence as of late...so i know this post is old, but i'm just sorta rollin' around to it. i wanted to give a samfund insight/anecdote here...but not wanting to be negative (cuz i guess, in truth, ain't nothin really terribly wrong with the organization) i think it'd be better if i sent it to you (and maybe the girl Bekah) in private and not on this blog...if you're curious on my samfund rant, mssg me your email, or however its done on here that you can find how to contact someone directly...not sure exactly how blogger is run anymore...(i'll try to "follow" this post so maybe if you just reply to it i'll get an email)
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