Friday, November 10, 2006


Susan's work schedule did not allow us to get to the bank today to set up a savings account for Lee yet. Hopefully Monday. Please, spread the word. Before everybody goes into debt like they do every year for the holidays, please ask them to set ten or twenty bucks aside to help us try to save Lee's life. Please.

No picture can appropriately display the huge brass ovaries that this skinny little girl (well, she's 25, she's hardly a "girl," but y'all know what I mean) has, nothing that I can write can even begin to capture the huge heart, the wicked sense of humor, the sass, the kindness, the hardest-working-woman-in-West-Feliciana-Parish, spirit or strength of this young woman. I wish that y'all could all meet her in person, just once. You would leave in amazement, because there isn't a person on this planet who could make her feel embarrassed, or weak, or lesser-than, or anything other than the powerful, smart, sharp, hilarious little hussy that she really is. She has more self-esteem and more flat-out BALLS than any woman I've ever known.

She never even had her own BED until Helen, the assistant manager at Fred's, gave her one. She didn't even have hardly any clothes until Susan took her in. She'd already been fucked out of her SSDI/SSI, Medicare & Medicaid, and food stamps, because of her "part-time" job at Fred's, which won't even provide her with a healthcare plan until next year. If she lives that long.

And this is a girl who has never held her hand out to beg for a FUCKING thing from ANYBODY. This is a girl who's been standing on her own two feet for YEARS, and she sure as hell isn't going to become some "victim" now. I look up to her, because as many things that I have to bitch, whine, and complain about, she humbles me, and makes me realize how good I've really got it. Yeah, there are people in the world who have it a helluva lot harder than I do. There are people in the world who have it worse than Lee does, and she damned well knows it. She's grateful for every single day above ground. And she works her little ass off every single day that she's got.

But her legs are starting to fail her. She isn't allowed to use ladders at work anymore, because Susan is terrified that she'll fall again and have a head injury. The time is tight. We don't have forever to save Lee. This is a matter of WEEKS before she is either completely incapacitated or killed by this brain tumor and what it's done to the veins and arteries and nerve branches in her brain.

And if any of y'all, like The Fat Lady Sings has done, know of any resources, any websites, any organizations that could help Lee, that I haven't found yet, please, PLEASE share them with me.

I'm not up and running at 100% yet after my own surgery, but I'm doing my very best to do everything that I can to help save Lee's life. Please help me. Even those of y'all who aren't fans of mine, please help us. I don't know how else to get help for her, except to ask.


At 5:14 PM, Blogger Terrible said...

I'm sorry Annti, and more especially Lee, for taking my sweet time but I have finally sent out an appeal that I hope will spread through a very diverse group with lots of national as well as international connections. I can't promise it will go further then the dozen or so contacts I sent it to but I did send some strong hopes and wishes along with it to push it along.

At 6:49 PM, Blogger misty said...

Annti, as soon as you have the paypal or whatever link up, my donation is going in. I've posted about your mission on my ww liberal friends private message board(hope you don't mind) one of them doesn't do paypal(shes quite paranoid of them, its a long story) is there an address she can send a check to? PO Box or anything of that like?

At 6:49 PM, Blogger misty said...

by the way, misty is maryc at world o crap! :)

At 7:23 PM, Blogger Anntichrist S. Coulter said...



Thank you so much for coming over here, as pathetically absent as I've been at WoC... You'ze is good peoples, but then, we already knew this.

And thank you so much for helping... Every time I launch one of these fundraiser things, the more I feel like one of those Greek philosophers whose name escapes me at the moment:

"All that I know is that I know nothing."

Thank you so much, Mary/Misty darlin' heart.

And Terrible, m'love, you never cease to amaze me with either the size of your humongous heart, your titanium character, or your sneaky-wonky little tendrils throughout the world.

You, sir, rawk like the biggest rawkin' mofo on the planet.

You make Keith Richards look like a puss.

At 1:06 PM, Blogger Terrible said...

I haven't seen any replys in my e-mail to the letter I sent out yet. I may need to resend it individually to each of the people. Maybe it got thrown out of their server because of me putting too many addresses on one letter?? If I don't see anything that makes me think it did get through soon I'll do that.

You, sir, rawk like the biggest rawkin' mofo on the planet.

As I always say: "Speak softly and care one big ass motherfucking sword."

hmmmm...... that's quite different then the bushite motto of: "squeal like little pigs and carry puss infested limp dicks." (rush, bill, jonah, etc you all know who I mean)

At 4:54 PM, Blogger Anntichrist S. Coulter said...

Heh heh yeah, Terrible, you ain't never going to have to go to the Dominican Republic to buy illegal viagra and underage hookers... heh heh heh...


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