Thanks for the support. It helps. But, that nothing compared to what else I've been thru. Eventually, I injected myself with hep C, along with some cocaine. Not long after that, Found myself homeless with a horrible drug habit and three felonies.And I accomplished this by the time I was 38. So, after my third felony, I left Houston for San Antonio, Texas. There I ended up with a mental breakdown due to hepatic encephalopathy. Oh, I also had kidney failure, and they wanted to take one of my kidneys out with my gall bladder and appendix. They told me to call my parents. But I pulled thru. So, I saved up around $3000 while in hospice and flew out here to San Francisco to transistion into the woman I always knew myself to be. But life had another twist. Before I landed in San Francisco, I began drinking. One thing lead to another: beer became heroin and was joined by crack who invited meth to the party. I was I bad condition again. And when I was at what was seemingly my bottom, I acquired AVN( Avascular Necrosis). I've been told the pain of AVN is second only to bone cancer. AVN is a bone disease that begins when the flow of nutrients to,say, my shoulder joint is severed so the joint begins to die. And if the joint is not repaired in time, bone death results. I have AVN in both shoulders and my right hip. I did have surgery on both my left shoulder and right hip. Let's just say the surgeries where not exceptional. I lost three and a half inches from my right leg. After a little over two years, I left the hospital and shacked up in a wonderful studio apartment in a stellar area in San Francisco. I'm going back to school in weeks and in months i'm having my breast surgery. Looks good, eh? It's not. Not one of the transgirls I 'know' invited me to anything last night. No calls wishing me a happy new year. And this is only the latest crap I've had to put up with. I feel completely ostracized. I don't understand. I don't know what to do. I didn't mean to prattle on from my pity pot, but I had to get this out. And also, some understanding and empathy. Well, that's about it. Sorrry if I was a Debbie downer, but I do love alliteration. Take care, much love,
Stephanie
