Please help me walk again and see my Dad

You have no idea how hard it is for me to write this. It’s embarrassing and humbling, but I have absolutely no alternative. As outgoing as I appear, I’m also extremely private and absurdly stubborn when it comes to asking “for help”. I usually tend to “tough it out” but this time is different. The last week and a half have broken me physically, psychologically, emotionally, and everywhere in between. Backstory: for the last 15-16 years I’ve been helping out my disabled Father. Fast forward to spring 2020 when Earth shut down and it was becoming very much apparent that more help was needed. So I began to work directly for him full time as his home health care aid; helping him take care of any/all of his needs, completely on call 24/7. Summer of 2022 my Dad fell and I had to call an ambulance. Ct scan found signs of a stroke, a brain bleed, and signs of dementia. I spent MONTHS emptying and cleaning his apartment and tracking down all his official documentation. It broke…no…STILL breaks my heart that I had to put him into a nursing home. I cannot express how hard it is seeing him in there. On Thursday night January 5th, my shoes slipped on the rainy curb 10 yards from my front door on my way home fracturing my heel and ankle. I'm looking at 4 to 6 months recovery with surgery or 1 to 2 years without. I spent everything I have on retrofitting my apartment so I could exist as comfortably as I can at home without reinjuring myself. The problem is I live in a 3rd floor walk-up with no front door buzzer to let folks in. I have to crawl up & down the stairs, butt first, with my foot in the air to enter/exit the building. I tried once to run an errand the other day with a little help from a friend carrying my knee scooter up & down the stairs for me. It took me over 2 hours to go less than 10 blocks and back. When I got home, after slithering my way up the stairs inch by inch, positively soaked from perspiration, I completely broke down in tears for HOURS out of sheer exhaustion and powerlessness. My Dad is less than 4 miles away and it’s a massive struggle to get out the front door. I honestly don’t know when or if I’m going to be able to see him again or if he’ll even recognize me if and when I finally do with his cognitive functioning continuing to deteriorate. I have no other way of saying this but I desperately need assistance with my medical & living expenses while I literally get back on my feet. I need transportation and a motorized wheelchair to keep locked up downstairs in my building so I don’t burden close friends/relatives any more than already necessary and be as independent as I can within the realms of my current physical limitations going to the store, doctor/physical therapy appointments, or more importantly...if I want to see my Dad. I’ve never in my entire life felt so absolutely helpless. I just…I just need help. There’s really no other way to put it. I’m defeated, I’m dejected, and I'm in utter despair. I genuinely don’t know what else to do. Pretty please, with all of the sugar on top, I beg of you, if you can find it in your hearts to aid me in my recovery as well as assist me in being able to keep visiting with my Father in any way you can you will have no idea how eternally grateful I will be. From every atom in my soul, in advance and forever, thank you all. All my love, William T. Beyrer _______________________________ “As I stumble through this life, help me to create more laughter than tears, dispense more happiness than gloom, spread more cheer than despair. Never let me become so indifferent, that I will fail to see the wonders in the eyes of a child, or the twinkle in the eyes of the aged. Never let me forget that my total effort is to cheer people, make them happy, and forget momentarily, all the unpleasantness in their lives. And in my final moment, may I hear You whisper: ‘When you made My people smile, you made Me smile.’” -- ‘A Clown’s Prayer’ - Anonymous