Federated Charities

Thanks to a friend of my mom's (Thank you, Kathy!), I have found a wheelchair. Apparently there is this really cool organization, Federated Charities' Medical Equipment Loan Closet, that loans medical supplies/equipment such as wheelchairs, crutches, etc. for 60 days at no cost to the patient. It was really easy and accessible and it was available the day after we called. So I wanted to give a shout out to awesome charities like this that help out people in need in ways that often don't occur to us on a regular basis.

We all know about shelters and kitchens that help out the less fortunate but places like this aren't always advertised or well known. While I'm lucky enough to have two hard working and able bodied parents that do a wonderful job providing for me, I know how burdensome medical expenses can be and they add up. Even with insurances partially covering the cost of wheelchairs and crutches, fees and co-payments put more burden on those who struggle to make ends meet.

Federated Charities was founded in 1911 by a group of prominent Frederick citizens in hopes of housing a growing number of charitable organizations in Frederick County. You can read about its history or donate at http://www.federatedcharities.org/

So now I'm just rolling around with my heart monitor and BP cuff.

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