I sit here reading the posts of my friends and wonder what is going to happen to me.  My husband and I are going to lose our home.  I look around at the things we have done and the funwe have had making changes to the house.  When I was well I would change the paint color every six months or so.  My basement looks like Sherwin Williams.  Now I have had the same paint color for 2 years because I cannot paint anymore.  I wonder how long will I get to stay here.  Where am I going when I leave?  What will happen to my stuff?  My co-pays of doctor appontments and medicines costs 1/2 of my husbands take home pay this week.  After the fire on Father's Day burned the business to the ground he doesn't get any overtime.  He cannot even use my FLMA because we cannot afford for him to lose a days work.  I have to go to the dentists in 2 weeks and he is going to try and work on my tooth without numbing me.  I had an adverse reaction to the numbing last time and they won't do it anymore,  I also had bells palsy last time and he said it may happen again.  The only alternative is to put me under general anesthesia.  We keep trying and getting no where.  In fact we are slipping back.   Last month dad paid the house payment for 2 months as a surprise and it was 9.12 short.  Instead of calling us they just didn't post the payment.  This made the second payment look like it was late.  I mailed them the check and they are supposed to post the payment without late charges.  ( they would have been 39.00.  No one cares anymore.  It is like everything is an answering machine.  There is nothing personal.  Not even healthcare is personal anymore.  They will let you do without before they give you something extra.  It is a business.  Life is a business and if you don't have the money or strength to keep it going, then it closes and no one cares.