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First off, I apologize to those who already know about this, so please, feel free to skip!

Okay, yes, I'm asking for help again, and have absolutely no right to do so. But nevertheless, I am because it's all about a fur ball. Just a small, 10 pound devil of a cat; my Abby.

She's sick, and it's not allergies this time (those are under control, thanks to your help back in June). This time, though, it's serious. She's been throwing up since August 27th, and not hairballs. But as you know, living on nothing but a Social Security check means paying for Abby's vet, and all that goes with bringing good health back to her, is simply impossible. Some would let her go, but not anyone I know. We fight for our beloved pets, so I'm fighting for Abby. And if I could do it on my own, I would. Those of you who have gone through pet illnesses, know the resulting vet bills can come at you faster than a pitch from Dellin Betances of the Yankees. In my case, thanks to the PTSD and agoraphobia, there's the additional expense of having to use a mobile vet, which means paying for not just each exam (and tests/treatments) but the 'mobile' part of "Mobile Vet". For example, the first visit and exam for her vomiting cost almost $800, and we still don't know the cause.

A fellow fandom friend suggested I go to "GoFundMe" and start an "Abby Campaign", so that's exactly what I've done. You can find it here.

When you go to the campaign, you can read "Abby's Story" and catch up via the the updates I post each time there's more information. You can see them by clicking on the "Update" link just above and to the right of the story. If you don't want to continually visit the site for the updates, GoFundMe let's you subscribe to them, although anyone on Facebook who has friended me will receive them automatically, as will anyone who donates. On Facebook, I'm here.

If you can help, you can do it by donating (any amount you can afford), but I understand the financial situation for many of us, and that even $5 can hurt a budget, but you can help by sharing the GoFundMe link with friends, family and pet lovers. Spread Abby's story, please.

NOTE: GoFundMe and the pay processor they use (WePay) charge me a fee for each donation (automatically taken out), and, while this is explained in "Abby's Story" and the updates, I wanted to let you know here as well. There's a "Campaign Goal" - which I've had to raise higher twice as the expenses - and anticipated expenses - grew, but for each donation, there are fees from both Go FundMe and WePay - fees charged to me, not you - and automatically deducted from each donation. Those fees are:

"GoFundMe automatically deducts a 5% fee from each donation received. In addition, our payment processor WePay charges 2.9% + $0.30 per donation. The total charge is 7.9% + $0.30 per donation. Example: If a donation of $100 is made, $91.80 is the amount received."

I've also promised if all the monies in the 'kitty' aren't required, after the cause - and treatment - have been concluded, I'll refund the remaining $ -  less the fees - as there's no way I'd be able to absorb them financially.

I know I rarely post any longer (although I do read my friends), and many of my LJ friends may no longer include me in their 'read' category, which I totally understand. But I have this little fur ball...so I'm asking; please donate and/or repost or send your LJ friends here, or given them the GoFundMe link? She's my world now.

Thank you, and my apologies for bothering you again, but for Abby, I'll do anything.



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I know it's tough turning 30, but let's face it, 29 sucked big time! 😉


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Back on June 1st, I posted this, a post that, while less than forthcoming, still resulted in a response that left me in tears; tears of gratitude. My reasons for not disclosing the needed help were based on nothing more than pride, but as we've all heard, "Pride goeth before a Fall." In this case though, a fall came first. 😡

I next posted this thank you note, but only touched on a few of the financial burdens I was suddenly faced with after Memorial Day and nothing about what really spurred me to ask for help. And I definitely didn't show you what you'd all done for me, mostly out of a weird sense of...maybe shame? And some of that famous pride. But you all deserved so much more than a 'thank you'. So, before attaching a photo, I'd like to give you a part of the story (the rest would be pretty boring), starting with the 'fall' that went before the 'pride'.

The fall, in fact, was a crashing good one, and all because of the loss of strength in my right arm (following the mastectomy last year). Walking toward my bed, I tripped over my pedastal cane; something that's happened a couple of times before, but my right arm had always been srrong enough to grip the cane, steady it, thus me. But not this time. When I tried to anchor myself this time, the right arm gave out and down I went. There were only two things to fall on; the bed to my left - or the TV on the wooden stand (with shelves holding a cable box, DVD player, assorted DVD's and knickknacks) to my right.

The TV won.

But the stand, etc. lost. I made mincemeat out of it as I crashed through everything. Pieces of wood, dvd's and knick-knacks flew everywhere, with the exception of what my body buried. When my brain came out of the typical fog that comes with such a fall, and before I began to take stock of things, I was already yelling for my cat, who'd followed me into the bedroom (duh). I was afarid she might be under me - seriously. Then, thank God, I heard a rather pissed off meow coming from the safety of the hallway, thus reassuring me the lumps I was beginning to feel had nothing to do with her.

Now, there's always a silver lining in such cases - besides Abby's well-being and the fact that I was conscious. In this case, the tv survived, thanks to a flailing arm which struck it, knocking it off the stand before the 747 that was my body crashlanded on the stand. Another line of silver was my arm hitting the the tv, thus saving me from crashing into it and possibly suffering serious injury. The final glittering line were the four handsome, husky, hunky paramedics who got me up off the floor.

Before I get to the actual reasons for my online plea, I have to share the rest of the 'fall' story, if for no other reason than the total ridiculousness of it, and it'll give you a laugh - because, YES, when I called 911 (the cell phone was within cane's reach, thank God), those now infamous words, "Help! I've fallen and can't get up!" were uttered by me. And if that weren't enough, they were repeated more than once!

#2: When the 911 operator transferred me to the fire station around the corner (because you always have to repeat everything when you're transferred).
Fireman: "What's the problem, ma'am?"
Me: "Help! I've fallen and can't get up!"

#3: While dispatching the paramedics to rescue me, the poor woman who'd fallen -yadda yadda, the conversation continued....
Fireman: "Is the front door unlocked?"
Me: "No."
Fireman: "Can you let us in when we arrive?"
Me (after counting to ten): "Huh, I've fallen and can't, you know, get UP!"

#4: My handsome, husky, hunky saviors arrived to the locked door (you know, the one they already knew was locked? Yeah, that one)...
Firemen: "Hello? Miss French?"
Me: "Yes, I'm here!"
Firemen: "The door's locked. Can you let us in?"
Me: *counts to twenty* "Huh, hello! I've fallen and can't get up!?"


Okay, so I was rescued. But once the paramedics left (after assuring themselves of my overall health, no pieces of wood buried deep within a vital organ, heart sound, brain clear which is debatable in the best of times, and the shock was fading), I huddled under the covers with Abby, my room a shambles, everything but the tv broken, and suddenly, instead of being grateful for what hadn't happened, all I could see was the mess, the huge financial issues already looming over me, and now knowing a new tv stand was needed on top of everything else...and finally acknowledging the truth about my right arm and the additional limitations of my body...and what that would mean financially.

I started crying, sobbing, and basically indulging in a major pity party. I was also starting to feel the fall, which made me cry harder. I finally fell asleep, with nightmares of living in my car and trying to figure out the best spot for Abby's litter box (the brain can be bery weird). The next day, per paramedic instructions, I followed through with a call to my doctor. By then, my right knee and tailbone were screaming loud enough to break glass, so the nurse set it up for x-ray technicians to come to my home (a story for another time). An hour later, my actual doctor called and I had to relate the entire fall. When done, he said, "You know, this means it's time to talk walkers again."

Yes, I did know. Which is why things had gone from worse to worse and I'd dreamt of 'car-sleeping'. Normally, my insurance would pay for a walker, but a while back, my doctor received authorization for a 'rollator' with a seat, based on a suggestion from Physical Therapy. His reasoning then had been to use it in helping me regain muscle tone by walking through the halls here (albeit at 2am due to agoraphobia), stop and rest on the seat, then go again. The request was approved and a couple weeks later a technician arrived with the walker. Only it was designed for The Jolly Green Giant. I'd told the people in charge I was at 290lbs and they sent me something for  a 6'5, 400+ man! It didn't even fit through doors! The technician, once he opened it up and looked at me, simply closed it and said, "Call Monarch, this isn't the one for you."

Called and was told it was the only one they'd approve. Explained it was too big, they said I was, "...close to 300 pounds, so we decided to approve a walker for 400lbs and above." I argued. "But I'm not 400 pounds." They countered. "But you're close to 300, so we decided to go up a level...." This could have gone on indefinitely, but I hung on them. End result? Now that the fall illustrated a real need for a walker, my doctor and I knew I'd have to pay for it myself. Which wasn't possible any more than the rest of of the looming expenses, like experimental chemo pill/treatment not covered by my insurance (duh), amoung other treatments, since it turned out I was unable to tolerate Arimidex (thus the other two as well) and Tamoxifen.

We all have our burdens, but every now and then, they seem insurmountable. That's how I felt when I decided to ask for help. I must add at this point that a small group of incredible women have been helping me, at crucial moments, for some time, but I couldn't ask them again. So I wrote that post (but still don't know how) and you responded. There's still more to face, more financial issues, but thanks to pattrose's brother, who donated the walker, your generosity took care of many of the issues, including, as mentioned in the previous post, Abby, who's finally forgiven me for the mobile vet.

The photo below illustrates a happy and well Abby, along with the walker, which she adopted immediately. I now move safely and easily around my apartment and so does Abby, as it's become her own personal taxi.

It's not over, but thanks to all of you, I can breathe a bit easier. THANK YOU!



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It’s officially summer and, if you’re like me, you’re looking for something really hot to read. Something exciting, mysterious, and sexy. A story that will heat you up whether you’re lying on a beach with a beautiful ocean at your feet, or sitting in your favorite reading chair at home, the cool air of a fan tickling your skin. Well, guess what? I know the perfect book to kick off your summer.

Deductions” by Lyn Gala, a name you may already be familiar with if you love eBooks (and her wonderful TS, SGA, etc, stories written as lit_gal!) is the first in a thrilling new series, “Aberrant Magic.” A series that combines Shamanism, adepts, magic spells and spirit guides with police work and thrilling mysteries! Check this out:

Darren is proud of his work on the FBI’s magical Talent unit. However, his own lack of magic means he can never pursue a relationship with his boss, Supervisory Special Agent and Shaman Kavon Boucher. The shamanic magic can pose a real danger to any mundane who gets too close, so Darren must hide his attraction, keeping everything strictly professional between them. But his resolve begins to crumble when a new man, an ‘adept’, joins the team - and sets his sights on Kavon.

Now they have a brutal new case with a suspect targeting magical adepts. Darren and the rest of the team are completely focused on these crimes, but then something happens that could change them all forever, and Darren’s relationship with his boss, Kavon. Darren suddenly finds he might have a second chance at love … if Kavon can learn to trust Darren in ways neither of them could ever have expected.”

Deductions” is ‘live’ right now, and on sale for just $5.39! Is that cool, or what? You can find it front and center at Loose Id (http://www.loose-id.com/) so stop reading this, jump over to Loose Id, buy your copy now, download it and start reading! But be warned, you won’t be able to put it down. I couldn’t. There are surprises, twists and turns, and, at the core, a beautiful love story full of ‘magic’. 

lyn poster #1



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I wish to thank the wonderful friends who responded to my last post asking for your trust and help. I’ll be sending individual notes expressing my gratitude over the next few days, but in the meantime, I had to express my thanks here, where it started.

There were so many ‘bricks’ falling (in more ways than one) on me, all at the same time (something we’ve all experienced), that I knew it was big trouble. Even as my plea appeared, more bricks started dropping, leaving me faced with choosing between health, or my kitty’s, or my car’s (actually, Abby was going to get a mobile vet even if I had to steal), so it was really between me or the car. But then pattrose shared one of my major ‘bricks’ (the first one to fall) with her brother, Daniel, a minister, and, wonderfully, through his church, he donated something I desperately needed.

So now, as a result of your generosity, which had already helped with the other ‘bricks’, I no longer needed to make any choice. Your help made it possible for Abby’s mobile vet, and a new battery for the car. A battery which died without so much as a groan or click, for the final time, on Friday.

I was so lucky to find The Sentinel and Stargate SG1 fandoms; they changed me back in 1996. But they also introduced me to some of the finest women around the world, the finest writers and artists, and gave me such incredible friends. In addition, I found women with hearts so big, it’s literally impossible to express properly.

And now, twenty years later, almost to the day, fandom saved me.

So thank you; two words that hold a huge power, yet never seem to be enough

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I've never done this before, unless offering something in return, such as selling zines, etc. But I don't have much in the way of fandom memorabilia any longer, so I'm dispensing with pride and coming right out and asking for monetary help from any friends who know me via fandom and/or stories.

The reason is rather long and complicated so I'm asking for for $5-$10 from anyone willing to help, admittedly on nothing more than the strength of
knowing me.

Needless to say, I'm falling back on good old PayPal (please use whatever category *won't* cost you any fees) at either alysideburns@gmail.com or alyjude@cox.net.

Thank you for reading!


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Exciting news!. To all of the TS fans who've worked so hard for the Moonridge Animal Park (remember, it's now the Big Bear Alpine Zoo): the groundbreaking ceremony has taken place!

This news also means I apologize to everyone who've supported the Moonridge Auction in all its years, for my failure at keeping abreast of the zoo. I'd asked them to give me a head's up in order to organize the planned "Groundbreaking Ceremony Online Auction" prior to the ceremony, and sent another email back in January after reading at the site they'd hoped to start construction this spring, but I heard nothing, nor found any further updates - until I spotted the poster below after reading about one of the animals at the zoo (it was a comment from one of the past FOBBAZ presidents who followed our beloved Betsy)..this morning. 😡

I should have kept better tabs myself, especially since so many of the wonderful people at the zoo who worked with us over the years, are gone. I know how many of you wanted to attend the event as well, so again, I'm so sorry.

Initially we were told once construction began, it would take 18 months to two years to complete, so I promise to keep better tabs on the project so not only can we have the planned "Final Blast, Grand Opening Online Auction!", but you'll have time to prepare and save if you plan to attend! Cross my heart!

Again, my apologies for disappointing 😡, but so happy for the zoo that construction has begun!

Aly French's photo.


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sallymn so one must say....



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Yet another birthday, but if feeling stress, just remember...I'm almost old enough to your mother, knitty_kitty!



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Just 20-something years ago, you were born, which means you're an artistic and fiction-writing genius in TS! AND you barely a toddler when we started exchanging emails!



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