Sunday Jan 15 2017 – That day marks 90 days clean for my daughters. A day that myself and Marnie, their mother got to attend the NA meeting for their 90 day fob, and be proud of the work my girls are doing in their recovery.
A lot has happened since Kati’s CBC Interview. It seems like a lifetime all in it’s own. After the video of Kati’s CBC interview, myself and the girl’s mother Marnie, were contacted by various people with offers of help and news reporters wanting a story. The calls were overwhelming, literally, and trying to see what would be in the girls best interest, offer them the best chance of success and keep the publicity down was becoming a full-time effort.
An old friend of mine Jeff, contacted me to let me know he had seen the video, was thinking about us and hoping that things would get better. He asked if there was anything he could do to help. I told him what was going on and about the offers coming in and he graciously offered to look through the offers, as he is a lawyer involved in the entertainment industry, and would see which would be in the best interest of the girls, letting me and Marnie continue to deal with trying to keep the girls alive. It was a prayer being answered! Thank you Mr. Young, you are a true gentleman and an awesome friend. He is also an awesome lawyer and specializes in the field of Entertainment Law. www.jeffyounglegal.com
Marnie and I continued to go to the strip and check on the girls. I can say, as a parent, that we were constantly horrified and heart-broken. It is a sad place to have to visit, and I cannot fathom being someone living there. I witnessed, so many traumatic horrors that the people there deal with on a daily basis. The city rolls through with workers and trucks and constantly throws out the belongings of the people who live there. One lady (whom I am sure suffers mental health issues) that slept on the sidewalk by the girls tent, had nothing but a jacket and a plastic tarp. She would wrap herself in the jacket and then cover herself with the tarp to go to sleep at night while laying on the sidewalk. The city came by one morning when she had gone to use the bathroom, and they threw her jacket and tarp in the garbage. They were the only things she owned.
I find it horrifying, that someone would take the only things that destitute woman has, the only things she can call hers, and just throw them in the trash. She can’t fight back, she is mentally ill. What is the message that we are sending to these people? From what I could see it was that we don’t care about them and that they don’t matter. If that is how we treat them, how do we expect them to treat themselves and get better? I understand now why the people there feel they have no hope and no chance. I was proud of my daughters on that day, as I had brought some blankets and clothes down for them and some of the people there, and my daughters immediately ran over and gave her a nice winter coat, a blanket and a tarp. It isn’t much, but at least it was something. In the beginning, I was getting frustrated with the girls, because I would bring blankets, clothes and tarps there for them, and when I would come back a bunch of the stuff would be gone. I was thinking they were probably selling the stuff and buying drugs, but as we spent more time there, I met other addicts that thanked us for bringing the stuff down, and they would tell us that our girls were beautiful people who gave them this, or gave them that to help them out. I realized that even in their fully blown addiction the girls were at least still trying to help others around them.
We would learn that they were also saving lives using naloxone on other addicts that would overdose, and they were even encouraging other addicts to get and carry naloxone so they could save or be saved. It is a weird paradox of wondering if I should be proud or not. I may not have been proud of them or happy with them being drug addicts living on the street, but there are definitely some people who should be happy they were there because they kept their relative alive. I was at least proud that even in that state and that deep of addiction, they would still care about and help those around them.
After the CBC Interview we had offers of help coming in from various sources, some legit and some not so legit. Some looking to cash in on the girls publicity, as the story of them being ripped apart by the dog had gone international, and Kati’s CBC video about being an addict was going viral as well. Marnie was in contact with the show intervention, but they were wanting all sorts of criteria and video footage that at that point wasn’t attainable, we were contacted by Dr. Phil’s producer. I can’t even tell you how many reporters and news agencies contacted us, as well as recovery places from across the country. Jeff, my friend, and an amazing lawyer was deciphering all the stuff for us, and one offer that looked incredibly promising, a gentleman with a few recovery houses out east and in Alberta and had worked with Rob Ford and his addiction made an offer to take in the girls with no cost to the family. Unfortunately when Jeff looked into things, the organization was buried in law suits and legal issues that did not look good. I am so happy Jeff did the background checking as they actually ended up shutting down all the houses and who knows what happened to the patients when that happened?
In the mean time, myself and Marnie were making calls and trying to get things going as well, and managed to get in contact with some people who referred us to various recovery house’s that we would get the girls into. We would learn that a lot of these places were really just kind of flop houses to give the addicts a break from the street, and offer a little hope to them, but are not actually set up as a place for successful healing from drug addiction. They would get the patients on methadone, or suboxone, give them a bed to sleep in and a bathroom to use, but there was no real counseling or addiction help other than if you would go to an NA meeting. We watched the girls go through a few of these types of houses, and always end up back on the street, as did many of the other people that we met on the strip as well. It was interesting talking to the various addicts down there, as they all know most of the houses available, which ones are completely bogus, as in they would say that the person running this one or that one will actually supply you with drugs, or this one and that one you have a bit of a chance because the person running it was at least trying to help. There seems to be a lot more of the houses designed for men than for women, and for women, the only one that the addicts kept saying that we had to get the girls in to be successful was Westminster house. They had been on the list for it for a year already by this time. I would later find out that they had been called at one point, but it was one of the times I was taking them to Mission to try to detox them, and they actually blew off Westminster house and lied to me about it so that they could come and stay with me. This is where I would learn that I was an enabler, and even though my intentions were for good, that I was not helping them at that point.
A lady from intervention Canada was calling quite regularly trying to get us to get certain videos of the girls, or get the girls to submit certain videos of them “for a documentary on addiction” but again that was like herding cats.
I received a facebook message from an old friend that said she had someone who was wanting to help. He had seen Kati’s video and it had made him want to help her. Thank you Shauna for reaching out to us. I sent Marc, the man wishing to help, an email explaining our situation, and introducing Jeff as my friend that was dealing with the offers coming in.
Jeff contacted Marnie and I, and said that Marc wanted to set up a meeting and discuss options with us, so we agreed. We would meet in an office downtown, myself, Marnie, Jeff, Marc and 2 people he had onboard as well, Todd an interventionist and Carolyn from Westminster house. We informed them that Kati was not the only daughter there and that her twin sister was there as well. We discussed what was going on, how we felt about things and the current offers. Marc proceeded to layout his plan, which involved having Todd http://www.wareinterventions.com and Carolyn along with us do a private intervention with the girls. He then said he would raise the money to get them into treatment, and was wanting no publicity, but just to help them and us. It was all so surreal. After all this time of fighting on our own, here was a team of unbelievable people right in front of us offering the help that we never dreamed was possible. To Marc, Jeff, Todd and Carolyn all I can say is thank you, there are no words that can say how I truly feel. At that meeting it was decided to get Jeff to put all other offers on hold while we attempted the plan. The plan was to have an intervention on the strip in surrey, where we would have Todd, Carolyn, Jeff and some family members meet with the girls, take them for something to eat and discuss the options being provided.
I can say that when dealing with addicts and addiction, even the best laid plans can be waylaid. We went to the strip, found the girls and proceeded to try to talk to them and explain what was going on. There was a lot of people around, including a lot of other addicts and a guy that one of my daughters had started seeing while on the strip. They were having none of what we were selling, and things got a little heated. Voices were raised, yelling and swearing was starting, and it looked like things could get messy. I approached the boyfriend as he was getting fairly vocal, and asked him if he really thought he loved my daughter. I had met him and spent time with them over the past few days, and I took him aside and quieted him down. I invited him to come along for the dinner and that I would buy him a good meal too. Todd, Carolyn and Marnie concentrated on speaking with the girls and talking them into coming for food. Things cooled down a bit and we managed to talk them into going to get something to eat and at least listen to what was being proposed. The girls were absolutely horrified that we would try an intervention there on the strip in front of everyone, and they had no problem letting us know this. It is strange how the drugs can effect the addicts way of thinking to the point of actually making them think they were being disrespected and embarrassed about getting help.
After 45 minutes of food and talking, things were calmed down and discussed, but the end result was we were dropping them back on the strip in Surrey where they could think about the offer and make a decision later. To me this was devastating. At that point I felt it was the end. Everything I had dreamed about was happening and here they were refusing the help. They had just turned 22 at the time and without their ok there was nothing Marnie or I could do. We dropped them at the strip and left, feeling shell-shocked. That was a sad day for me.
We had been told that the offer would be extended for a few weeks and hopefully they would accept it. I went down to the strip every chance I could for the next couple of weeks to try to talk them into accepting the offer. I would tell them that it was an unbelievable offer, and that the universe had pulled some magic strings to make everything line up like it did. I would tell them we couldn’t find a better place. I was telling the other addicts and other people around them that they had this offer and that it was only for a limited time, asking them to help try to talk the girls into going. Some of the addicts around them started to tell them it was a good offer and that they should do it. One day I was down there and I was talking to the girls about the offer running out and that they should decide before one of them died from an overdose. At this point overdose’s were happening at a ridiculous rate and the girls had already had more than their share. I asked if Todd or Carolyn had called them recently because they said they were going to. (We had made sure that once the offer happened both girls had working cell phones so that they could call when they were ready.) Kati made an offhand snide comment when she said no… about “just like they were going to take us to see the place… right?” Those words would ring in my head all night. The next day I woke up with them ringing in my ears, and I phoned Carolyn and asked her “If I can get the girls to come look at the house will you make it happen for us?” She said yes, and so that became my mission.
The weather was getting worse. It was rainy and cold and a storm was moving in. The girls were fighting with each other constantly. One of the girls had moved off the strip into a room with her new boyfriend. Things were just all around shitty.
We didn’t give up, and neither did Jeff, Todd, Carolyn or Marc. I was even contacted by friends that had seen the video and took the time to go to the strip and visit the girls, (thank you Allanah and Steve) making sure the girls were ok, bringing them food, clothing, blankets etc. and just generally checking in on them. Many of the girl’s friends went down to the strip after Kati’s video was aired. They would try to talk the girls into leaving and getting help. Unfortunately the drugs were strong, the addiction was strong, and they had built up a belief that they were destined to die as addicts on the street. After all the failed attempts and multiple overdoses getting clean wasn’t a possibility that they could see or comprehend even when it was right in front of them. It was a long hard haul, with a lot of crap packed into 3 weeks. It is strange in hindsight to see how everything aligned to get them where they are now. As the girls say, “It was a higher power moment!” I was contacted by many of my family, friends and even people I didn’t know but had seen the girls story. They were offering me love, strength, support, hope and help. They were praying for me and my girls. They would offer hope and try to give me strength to continue the fight to help save them. I want you all to know that I am very thankful for the support and the prayers and that I drew strength from your support and I passed the love and prayers on to the girls. The video pulled a lot of heart-strings, and made a lot of people realize that addicts are anybody. Addiction does not discriminate. It can affect anyone, the rich, the poor, man, woman, child it does not care. What people saw in the video was a little girl, someone’s daughter, someone’s sister, someone who was hurting, crying out for help and at 21 didn’t care if she lived or died and spoke so matter of factly about it that it effected you, and was hard to get out of your mind. What people saw was a little girl who needed help. If you have not seen the video you can view it here. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=BG70kTLfS7w
or you can read the article here: http://www.cbc.ca/news/canada/british-columbia/the-new-face-of-fentanyl-addiction-kati-s-story-1.3766697
I think that what people saw was a sad reality of our society today. Our streets are filled with people who need our help, and they are dying every day because proper help is not available. We waste so much money by not spending it on the proper places. There are successful programs out there that prove they work. Model those programs and repeat and fund those models. It is not like addiction is anything new, it is just something that we sweep under the carpet, keep hidden in the basement and don’t speak up about. That is not how we can fix any of the problems. There is lots of science and research in this area done in many countries and the things that have proven to work need to be implemented.
Well to get back to the story, I get up in the morning, and have decided it is my mission to try to get the girls to come look at the house at the recovery center. I get ahold of each of them and try to arrange a time that I can pick them both up and take them for a visit. They agree to go, but they are not hanging out with each other at this point. Kati is pissed at Jessi for leaving her on the strip and moving in with some guy she has met down there. Jessi is mad at Kati, and doesn’t want to be living in a tent in the street, in the cold, pouring rain anymore. I talk them both into going with me the next day and have called Carolyn to let her know that I am going “cat herding” and will call her the next day when we are on our way.
Later that night I get woken by a call from Kati, she is high, depressed and talking suicidal. The weather is horrible, the storm has hit and she is alone in the tent. She asks me if I can come and see her, and bring her some food or something. I am in bed sleeping, about an hour and a half from being able to get there, and I am tired, run down and not feeling up to it. I try to talk to Kati, and ask her to just go to the hospital and ask for help, but she freaks out, yells something about killing herself and then her phone goes dead. I of course start freaking out. I call her sister, and ask if she knows where Kati is or if she has spoken to her. She says yes, and that her sister is psycho, that she had just been visiting Jessi, but had a psycho tantrum and they had to kick her out of the house because she was making too much noise and was creating a ruckus. I ask her to try to get ahold of Kati and let me know if she does. I then try to call Kati back but the phone is dead. It is 2 in the morning and it is an hour and a half drive to get there, and I don’t know where her camp is at this point. I decide at that time, that no matter what I can’t do anything, I can not enable this behavior anymore, and no matter what happens I can’t fix it. I pray that I am making a right decision, and I try to go back to sleep and that I will go there in the morning.
The next morning I get up early and try calling. The phone is still not working. I get ahold of Jessi, and let her know that I am on my way in, will pick her up and go look for Kati. When I get there, Jessi gets in the car with me, and is crying. She hasn’t heard from Kati either, and is also worried that Kati may have overdosed. We head down to the strip and start to ask around about her. Jessi, heads off to check one area and I start in another. Jessi, comes back and gets me and says we have to drive over to some guys tent on the strip so we do. She gets out and calls Kati, and Kati answer’s back. When I hear her voice the tension in my body goes away, and I am so happy she is alive. Jessi on the other hand tears into her telling her she is a complete bitch for making everyone think that she may have killed herself and asks her why she hasn’t answered her phone. Kati tells her that when she was talking to me, she was walking in the storm and dropped her phone in a puddle and it quit working. They start to get heated and arguing, and I interrupt by saying we have to get to Westminster house because they are expecting us for the tour. I then text Carolyn and tell her I have them and I am on my way.
We drive out of Surrey into New West, and the girls are continuing to argue and bitch at each other. Kati is in the back seat and Jessi is up front. As we are driving down a hill, one of them makes a comment about the other being a complete selfish bitch and that sometimes she just wants to hurt her. The other starts in about the comment and then just reaches around and punches the other in the head and starts pulling her hair, and they start screaming at each other. I pull of the road, and try to calm things down. I pull into a McDonalds drive through and offer to buy breakfast and coffee before we get to the house. As we are in the drive through, Jessi says I have to get Kati to a hospital and get her committed because she is a fucked up suicidal bitch, and Kati yells fuck you, I am not going to any hospital and jumps out of the car. Jessi then jumps out too and they go at it like a couple of UFC fighters. They are standing toe to toe swinging fists, kicking and screaming at the top of their lungs….. in a freaking McDonalds Drive through. I am just happy no one had pulled in behind me. I was able to back out, and when they took a break to get their breaths, I grabbed each of them threw them back into the car, yelled at them to shut the fuck up, and drove out of there. I was blocks from Westminster house and called Carolyn right away and let her know what was happening. She was kind enough to meet up with us, and had a talk with Kati while Jessi and I went for a walk to discuss and diffuse things. When we got back, Carolyn spoke with Jessi while Kati and I went for a walk and talked for a bit. When we got back, Carolyn suggested that now might not be the time to see the house, and that we should try again tomorrow. So once again I headed off to drop the girls back at the strip. I did take them for something to eat, and told them they needed to start treating each other better, and that I loved them. I was not able to get down to the strip the next day I ended up getting a gig, and as I needed the money I took it.
The next day was Saturday, and I arranged things a little differently. Marnie had our grandson that day, and we decided that her and I would go together with him to pick up the girls and go see the facilities. I phoned and told the girls that was what we were doing. They always acted differently around him. They wouldn’t fight, and they would pretend that things were ok. We contacted Westminster house and they said no problem that we could do the visit, so we went with the plan, and picked up the girls, who were on their best behavior for our Grandson, and the visit went off with out a hitch. The worker that took us on the tour, showed us the house, the rooms, talked about the program, how they could help Jessi build her relationship with her son back, how they had access to all the programs, doctors, counseling, support and could even have visits and in time sleep overs with our grandson. He was a shining light, telling them how he loved this house and that he wanted to play in the yard with his mom and auntie. After the way the first attempt went, this was a complete miracle. Little buddy was tugging at their heart-strings and it had a huge impact. It wasn’t enough to get them to say yes right then, but it was enough to make them start to think about it being a real possibility, and that maybe there was hope.
It was still very cold and wet, and the weather was about to get worse. We received a call from Carolyn that the offer was only going to be left open for a few more days, as the spaces were filling up, and others were in need and wanting help. Marnie and myself started to hound the girls pretty heavily at this point. It was an offer that even right now I find hard to believe. A person we did not know was volunteering to raise the money, $6000/month to help my daughters get better. He had engaged a friend who is a professional interventionist, and one of the top places in BC that can help girls like them. My friend Jeff volunteered his time and energy as well as finances, to help them and us as well. It was just so surreal and hard to fathom, but to this day I just humbly say thank you.
One of the girls friends from Richmond who was struggling with his own addiction issues, had heard they were on the strip and had shown up to see them. He started to hang out with them and ended up being a savior. He would keep Kati alive through her next three overdoses that weekend. He kept telling me that we had to get them out of there, that they were going to die, and that he couldn’t keep saving them. Kati was out of control and he had to hit her 3 times with naloxone to bring her back after her last overdose. Thank you Evan, you are an angel that deserves to live free of addiction and have an awesome life. After we got the girls off the strip, Evan left the strip himself and got into treatment. I am proud to say Evan at this time is over 70 days clean! His mother is finally able to sleep at night. Her and I spent a lot of time talking, trying to support each other, and discussing the broken system we were all trying to navigate.
The nagging finally seemed to have worked. It was a Sunday afternoon and I got ahold of Jessi, and told her that the offer would run out as of Tuesday at 10:30am. They had to be at Westminster house to meet with the doctors and be admitted or the spots would be given up. Jessi and her boyfriend had just been kicked out of the basement suite and her boyfriend had been arrested and would probably be in jail for 30 days. Jessi said she would go to treatment, even if Kati didn’t want to. She wanted to get clean and see her son again. I asked her if she was going to see Kati, and she said yes but she wasn’t with her right now. I asked her to tell Kati the plan and to call me when they were together. I called Carolyn and told her the news. I would be bringing them in hopefully Monday if I could talk them into it, but at the latest for Tuesday morning by 10:30. I then let Jeff, Todd, Marc and Marnie know.
Monday I called Jessi to finalize the plan. She said she hadn’t seen Kati yet but she would tell her as soon as she saw her, and I should just show up about 10 and pick them up. They would be at their tent on the strip and they would be ready. I was one happy guy. Miracles really can happen and I was watching it! The next morning I got up early, got ready and drove to the strip. I had spoken with Todd and he had suggested I get there extra early, bring some coffee and breakfast and try to “herd the cats” as it was never an easy quick feat. I got there about 9am, and pulled into the parking of the place that supplies the addicts with clean needles and sterile water. Kati was right there on the street in front of me. She turned around and saw me and came running over. She said, “Hi, what are you doing here?” I said, “I’m here to take you and Jessi to Westminster house!” She knew nothing about it. She hadn’t seen her sister in a couple of days. Jessi had said nothing to her, and she didn’t know where Jessi was. My heart sank! I saw everything going out the window. I told her what had happened and that this was our last chance to take advantage of things. We were standing in the street and she was telling me she wasn’t ready and started to make a bunch of excuses. One of the older addict girls came over and told her to start loading her stuff into my car and that she really should go. She started to ask others about where Jessi was, and people started to make phone calls. Jessi had gotten into a car with some guy the afternoon before and no one had seen her since. We packed a bunch of their stuff into the car, Kati gave a bunch of their stuff including their tent to some other street people and I continued to try to get ahold of Jessi, but the clock was ticking. At 10:10 I called Westminster house and asked if it was OK if I dropped off Kati to get admitted and would run back to the strip and hopefully someone would be able to direct me to Jessi and I would rush back with her. They said Ok, so Kati said her goodbyes and we headed off. I left my number with the older girl and asked her to call if Jessi showed up. Kati managed to get high as fuck somewhere along that saying goodbye thing but she still got in the car and we were on our way. I got to Westminster house and was met by some workers and we took Kati and their things to the intake. I gave her a big hug and a kiss, told her I was really proud of her and that I had to go and try to find Jessi. She was leaving with the staff when she stopped, turned and looked me in the eyes and said “Dad, this time I’m not doing it for you. I am doing it for me!” I told her I loved her and headed for the car. As I was getting into the car, my phone rang, it was a number I did not recognize but low and behold it was Jessi. She was sounding distressed, said she had a horrible night and asked if I could come and pick her up. I asked her where she was, and told her I had just dropped Kati at Westminster house and that she only had minutes for me to get her and get her back there. She was at the East Side woman’s shelter downtown off Hastings Street. She had lost her purse and her phone and was using the phone in the facilities. I told her to wait outside that I was on my way. My GPS said it was about a half hour away. I raced down there, didn’t see Jessi, pulled an illegal parking maneuver out front, jumped out of the car, locked it and ran inside. Boy was I in for a shock. I thought I would enter a building and there would be a reception area or something, but I ran into what seemed like a large cafeteria full of women. I was stopped at the door by a couple of rather strong-looking ladies, and yelled at by a bunch more. One of the staff came running over to question me, and I explained that I was there to pick up my daughter, that she had called from there and that we had limited time for me to get her into a treatment facilities. I was immediately escorted out, but told they would try to find her and bring her out to me. About 10 minutes went by and a lady came out to tell me they couldn’t find her. I showed her the number that I was called from and she confirmed it was from that place. She suggested I drive around the block and see if she was outside somewhere, and that she would again go inside and ask around for Jessi and would call if she found her. I hopped in the car and took a slow drive around the block looking to see if I could spot Jessi. I was almost around the block when I got a call from the number again and answered it. It was Jessi, and she was wondering where I was. I told her I was out front and that she needed to come hop in the car so we could get going. I pulled up out front and she was there, she hopped in the car and we were finally on our way. I have a feeling they couldn’t find her because she was off getting high when they were looking, because she was high as fuck when I picked her up. I asked her what she was doing down there and she proceeded to tell me a story about getting a ride with some guy from the strip that was going downtown to get some weed. The story then turned into a police chase and a night spent running from police and sleeping in bushes. She had lost her purse and phone somewhere along the way but made it to the East Side Women’s Shelter where she had called me. She then fell asleep as I drove to Westminster house. I showed up there a half hour later, and again was met by staff where they escorted Jessi into admitting and told me to call later to find out what was going on. I was already exhausted, but I was also elated! My girls had a chance at surviving. That was the end of a long nightmare, and the beginning of a miracle of change. But again, it was only the beginning.
If you have not seen the more recent videos, the girls attended a candle light vigil for the addicts that had passed away, and that weekend addiction had taken 13 lives. They again ended up in the news but this time it was good. They were 60 days clean at that point, and even though it is early in their recovery, they wanted to show people that there is hope, and that if in 60 days they could go from where they were in the first story to where they were now at 60 days that anyone could do it. They wanted to let people and other addicts know that even though you might think recovery is hard, it was easier than waking up on the street every day trying to get your next fix. I understand the message they wanted to give out, but again, not everyone has access to the type of treatment they were getting. Real treatment is not cheap and if it wasn’t for miracles and Marc the benefactor raising the money for their treatment, things would be very different.
If you have not seen or read the most recent interviews I will post the link here.
The Article: http://www.cbc.ca/news/canada/british-columbia/fentanyl-kati-mather-1.3910152
The National Video: http://www.cbc.ca/player/play/840755779669
The Candle light vigil: http://www.cbc.ca/news/canada/british-columbia/katie-mather-goes-from-fentanyl-overdoses-to-long-term-drug-treatment-recovery-1.3902201
Kati Mather’s CBC radio interview on as it happens: http://www.cbc.ca/radio/asithappens/i-ve-overdosed-17-times-kati-mather-marks-two-months-clean-since-fentanyl-addiction-1.3905838?autoplay=true
At this point in the story the girls are now over 90 days clean. They are doing well, I am proud of the direction they are going. I am proud of them trying to not only help themselves, but also trying to help others. I am proud of the people that have blessed us and them with their love, energy and finances to make this miracle happen. They still have a lifetime to go, and the support from Westminister House has been unbelievable. The program is not cheap, and Westminster House helps a lot of struggling women. They have both private beds and government-funded beds, but the wait to get into the few government funded beds can take well over a year or more. Westminster House is a blessing, but they are definitely an underfunded facilities, fighting to get more government funding for more beds, to help more women.
If any of you feel so inspired by my girls story, and feel that you would like to help them and or others, I would kindly and humbly ask that you think about donating to Westminster House. A charity tax receipt will be issued for any donations over $25.00. If you mark the donation for Kati and Jessi it will go directly towards their treatment, but if you just donate without marking it for them it will go to helping them and others as needed:
If you wish to donate directly to Westminster House you can mail your donations to:
Westminster House Society
228 Seventh Street
New Westminster, BC
V3M 3K3 Canada
They are a full program facilities with doctors, drug counselors, addiction counselors, acupuncture, massage, trauma counseling and an expensive but proper dietary program. This is a link to the gofundme for their meal program if you wish to donate to it:
Thank you for following my blog and our story. This is all I am going to write for now, but I look forward to writing about a happier future with my daughters. Miracles can and do happen. I know this is only the beginning, but at least now it is a story of hope, love, recovery and change. Thank you to all that have shown us love, strength, prayers and support. A very special Thank you to Marc, Jeff, Todd, Carolyn, Marnie, Susan, Eric Rankin and CBC. I thank you from the bottom of my heart. Much love and respect!