I have been helping my father for over 8 years, as his diabetes started taking its toll on him. At the time, I was making good money and we lived well. I knew he was going to get worse, but I was willing to make the sacrifice as he made sacrifices for me too when I was younger.
My epilepsy came back in 2009, at the same time his health was getting worse and so I had to have brain surgery. At the same time, my license was revoked due to the seizures, and I lost my job as I was too much of an undue burden. I went on SSDI, making only 1/4 of what I was.
The big problem I have had is that, even though I had no license, I have to run all errands and handle all of the finances as my father put me as DPOA, financially and medically. All of the walking has resorted in a major overuse injury in my foot and I had to see an orthopedic foot specialist, where they found over 20 stress fractures. They tried a gel pad as I refused a cast due to the demands on me, it did not work, so I was put in a walking boot. The fractures healed slowly, as 2 would heal and 1 would develop and eventually they were better, but they came right back. I was told the next step was to fuse the toe and would be permanently in a special shoe. I have begged and pleaded with my siblings to help out somehow, even if one of them came out once a week, meaning each one came out every 3 weeks to give me some relief and to get a ride to get groceries, but they never do. My father is even worse now and wheelchair bound for life so the burden increased tenfold. It takes all I have to prevent from yelling but it is not his fault when he needs my help. I am in pain and have been having a breakdown and do not know what to do, I have even seeing a psych for help but it only helps a little and as soon as I walk in the house I am severely depressed.