Advocate

RosieI was raised by a hippie. Standing up for the rights of others came naturally to me. But it wasn’t until I began doing animal rescue work that I truly became an advocate, and that all started as a result of Hurricane Katrina. This picture here is me driving a carload of 12 dogs along one leg of a volunteer transportation chain to get dogs out of bad situations and into rescues, foster homes, and forever families. Along with my mom, I assisted in the rescue of over 200 dogs, several cats, and a handful of other small pets. I became involved with rescue organizations, shelters, advocacy groups, and for a long time, I couldn’t imagine a life that didn’t involve fundraising and lifesaving every weekend.

But things can change…

For me, that change started in 2009 when I became permanently disabled. At the time of my initial diagnosis we thought I had Fibromyalgia, now it looks as though it may be something else…I have stumped every doctor I’ve seen, and the only consensus anyone can reach is that there is, indeed, something very wrong with me.

 

disabilityWhich was how I found myself moving clear across the country as a Medical Marijuana Refugee. Now I am able to have legal access to the only medicine that has ever helped me, and because I do, I have the strength to do a little more than I could before. I’m still getting back into the swing of things, but I’m starting to find my voice again…