Help Keep Radomir From the Street and Hospital

I have been bed-ridden since November 27th of 2020 when my fiance Patricia Murphy called the paramedics to stop the bleeding from my right leg.

The doctors at Henry Mayo Hospital later told her that I was going to die due to a Sepsis infection and that I needed a central line.

I'm in trouble.  Real trouble.  My health, finances and housing prospects are in ridiculously horrible shape.  I am mainly a poet, which unless you teach, is at the bottom of the artistic food chain.  I have been in two hospitals and a nursing home over the last four plus months and may remain in that same nursing home indefinitely. 

I am bipolar, have Lymphedema, major wounds on my buttocks and feet and am very slowly re-learning how to walk after spending 7 weeks living in my car in the parking lot of my apartment complex most of last October and November because I simply could not walk to my apartment. 

All the while the trust fund which I have been living on for the last 14 years is dwindling to the point where I and my fiance   may soon be evicted and thrown into the street where there is no medical attention for either one of us. 

All my days on this cobalt orb I have taken walking for granted.  Now I realize how blessed I was to ever sprint and move my legs and body forward.  Please help me do it again.

I am not begging, merely asking for financial assistance.  I have lived the life of a "starving" artist for 35 years without standing at interstate exits and living under freeway overpasses.  I have always helped those in need.  We are all God's children.  Please donate now.  My existence depends on it.