Julie has severe mental and physical illness.
She has had tests but has not been given any proper treatment.
This week she was told it will be over a year before a specialist even phones her to talk about her condition.
She can't eat sold food and is in terrible pain every day and night.
Her depression is at a seriously low state.
Julie needs a lot of help NOW.
She had a terrible childhood and trauma that stopped her working 18 years ago.
Her depression is always worse in the winter but she has never been this bad at this time of year. I am really worried that the winter and the extra worries caused by the corona virus will be too much for her.
She can't get treatment in the UK so she will have to go abroad for it.
She can't afford this.
Julie does not like having her photo taken because she does not like to see herself looking so ill, so this photo is 20 years old.
That’s Danny her dog, apart from me he was her only friend , he died four years ago. and Julie has still not got over the loss of her best friend.
When this photo was taken Julie was fit - since then she has lost a third of her weight - 3 stone (42Lbs, 19Kg), It is impossible for her to put any weight on.
Julie's problems are all a result of a terrible history of abuse and of being let down by everyone.
Imagine your mealtimes - if they were like this:
This is breakfast, or it might be lunch or dinner!
All meals are a small glass of meal replacement drink.
For variety it could be strawberry, coffee, chocolate or vanilla, her "favourite" flavours.
Julie can plan tomorrows lunch - a glass of drink, next weeks special dinner - a glass of drink, or a special Christmas dinner, you guessed it - a glass of drink.
Not much fun is it?
Julie is in terrible pain most days and nights,
Her last doctor refused to follow the specialist's advice and no useful help has been given to her. A new doctor has tried to help - but now this is not available because the UK health services have been starved of money for so long and the virus has caused even longer waiting times.
She sees life ahead as very dark – and her thoughts of the time when she becomes old are really frightening because she has no family and I am her only friend in the UK – and as I am 71 and she is 50 there may come a time when she has no one. There is no doubt in my mind that if I die Julie will be alone in her home and it is likely she will either starve to death or commit suicide.
Being old and totally alone in England is a fearful idea.
Today Julie said she feels like a beetle. One that fell on it’s back 18 years ago and is still wriggling it’s legs trying to get back on it’s feet. Every now and again it manages to flip on it’s side enough for some feet to touch the ground but as it struggles it rolls and is on it’s back again.
We think the last time Julie laughed was over 18 years ago, when we would go out in the evenings and even enjoyed a trip somewhere that would interest us.
Julie used to lead the studies of groups of students, or teams of hospital specialists. That changed. The PTSD she suffers makes her hide from people, she is anxious and scared.
Imagine the difference to Julie’s life if, instead of breakfast lunch and dinner being a glass of meal replacement drink she could eat a meal, even better if she were to be able to eat a meal in a restaurant with friends!
Imagine a life where she is able to talk to people, a life without the pain.
Do I get some fancy glasses to make her Christmas dinner better, will that make her feel like she is celebrating like everyone else?