“I just keep on truckin’ and try to survive.”

Lucille receives groceries each week through an SF Food Bank partnership with Meals on Wheels and Self-Help for the ElderlyLucille is struggling with myriad health issues and is on frequent dialysis. She receives groceries each week through our home-delivered groceries program.

I grew up in Wilson, LA and I moved out here to find a job in 1963. And I did get one. Fact is, I worked up until just two years ago. I had all kinds of jobs. I had a job at an advertising agency. After that, I worked part-time at the post office. I was the bartender at a little place down here on 3rd called Sam Jordon’s for 20 years.

Last place I worked was at the ballpark. That lasted until 2009. Then I got this kidney problem and I could no longer work. I have to be on dialysis Tuesdays, Thursdays and Saturdays. It can be very tiring. Some days, it leaves you so weak, and some days it’s better. It’s an up and down situation, you know.

One day at a time is how I take it. I just keep on truckin’ and try to survive. I find the food from the Food Bank helpful. It’s very healthy. I cook peas, sometimes I cook stew. Sometimes I make chicken soup. And I also like to do spaghetti. I’m supposed to have the brown spaghetti, but I don’t eat it every day. I only eat it once every 6 months or so, so I might cheat and eat the normal spaghetti.

There are a whole bunch of different things I use out of the grocery bags that I find very helpful and useful. And it does last me the whole week.

I will tell you this: If I wasn’t on this dialysis, I would still be working. I like what I did. I worked the wine bar at AT&T Park. And it was a very, very, very fulfilling job. Oh, do I miss it! Not only for the money. I miss being around the people and the customers. I had such wonderful customers that I still talk to from time to time now. Some people called me from the ballpark just yesterday to wish me a happy birthday. I said, “God, I didn’t know I was that well loved!”

Lucille reminisces about the last job she had

Lucille reminisces about her last job. Next to her are some mementos: a photo taken at a promotional event, and an employee of the month plaque.

But sometimes, I get so down, I tell you, I could just walk away and leave it. That’s that dialysis and stuff. It’s going three times a week and letting somebody put a needle in you and you lay there for three hours. It’s not very pleasant.

In fact, it took me a very long time to decide to go. My doctor would call me, and I’d be right here and I wouldn’t answer the phone ‘cause I didn’t want to. I could hear him. He’d say, “I’ll tell you what, Ms. Lucille. One of these days, you’re going to call me and you’re going to say, ‘Doctor, I’m sick. Real sick.”

Just like he told me is the way it happened. I got so sick I couldn’t breathe, I couldn’t walk, I couldn’t do anything. I was just a mess. And when I went down there, I was scared. But then the nurse came and said, “Hi, Lucille. My name is Lilian. We’re going to make you feel better today.” And all my fears just faded away.

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