My name is Susan Linn. I've lived on Healy Street since my home was built in 1972. I've raised 3 children in that home. They all attended Cajon Park Elementary K-8th grades and all walked to and from school. We currently have a granddaughter attending 1st grade there as well.
I was a coach for my daughter's softball teams and was on the board for the Lakeside/Santee Youth Softball League for 3 years.
I was employed at SDSU in an administrative level position with the College of Business for 16 years before I was forced to retire on permanent disability in '93.
I tell you this only because I want you to know I had a very busy pain free life before arthritis began to invade my body. Among other problems, I have degenerative joint disease in most all of the major joints in my body. The s everest arthritis is in my knees. My left knee is permanently deformed and causes me the most pain. Every time I move I am in pain.
In January of '99 my life took a turn for the worse (as if I wasn't in enough pain already), I fell and broke my left femur. It broke in half and then split down to my knee. I had two more major surgeries in April and May. Then in July I broke my right femur in the exact same way as my left. I had to spend 3 weeks in a nursing home (something I wouldn't wish on my worst enemy). One week after returning home I broke the top 4 bolts holding the metal plate attached to my femur in the left leg. February 1st of this year surgeons removed the bolts and placed a rod up the middle of my femur. I am facing at least one more surgery and I am praying they won't send me home in an ambulance again.
During 1999 I was either taken to or brought home from the hospital by ambulance 6 times. The only access to my home is Len Street. Traveling over the humps by ambulance (or car) is unbearable. Each hump causes severe pain.
Those humps have made me a virtual prisoner in my own home. I leave only for doctor appointments and what is absolutely necessary. Those humps have not only caused me physical pain but mental pain as well. I have to really need to do something (such as attending this meeting) before I can talk myself into leaving my home and enduring more pain.
When we do have to leave and go over those humps we get people who tailgate us, yell and give us America's favorite salute. Cars race around us, endangering others. We've been lucky we haven't been in an accident or someone near us hasn't been hit.
The thing that has me the most depressed is that since 1998 I had been looking forward to being able to pick up my granddaughter from school each day. I can't do that now with those humps in place. Even when I do get better and can drive enough to do so, I still won't be able to get over those humps each day!
In conclusion; I hope that what's happened to me doesn't happen to you or any member of your family, but the odds are that it will happen to someone in your family, or a parent that may have to come and live with you. If it does, maybe then you will finally see the pain you have inflicted on me and other disabled and elderly people who travel the streets of Santee.