I am so afraid that my daughter with CA MRSA will need to move home.  This could very likely happen as she lives with a man she fights with every day or several times a day and they live with a mentally ill man who is very unpredictable to say the least. What will I do if she wants to move home? I have her younger sister and her five year old daughter living with me and they have no place else to go and I don’t dare expose them to MRSA.  Jami’s drug addiction is what keeps her in Iowa and with her boyfriend who deals to support their habit. What if he goes to jail or something? I am terrified every time I visit there and change clothes and wash thoroughly when I get home every time I do. She seems to take no precautions with her MRSA. I’ve seen her go from picking at a boil to picking at a pimple on her face in my car where there was no way to wash her hands. I’ve seen her squeezing boils in her bedroom and then go on with whatever she was doing without washing and the boil still dripping. She asks me to touch and feel her boils sometimes and seems to not understand my hesitation. I drain them for her if she can’t get to them but I wear gloves and use all the precautions I can. Already I have lost the ability to have two of my grandchildren visit because their parents are afraid we will have MRSA in the house in spite of our precautions although they will still let us visit them if we are freshly bathed. I am terrified for Jessalynn, my granddaughter that does live with me. I have her mother keep her in her room until I am in the door and in the bathroom so I can be clean before she runs to hug me. The other day Jami gave me a wet kiss on the edge of the mouth and I was careful not to move my mouth or swallow until she was out of site and then I swiped my face and mouth with alcohol.  I have never lived in such constant compounded fear. I’m afraid of all of this and I am terrified that Jami will die from CA MRSA soon because she is so careless and doesn’t seek or use proper medical treatment.  Her health is precarious any how with all of her drug use.  Many nights before she had the MRSA  I would lay awake at night terrified that someone would call and tell me that Jami died in their bathroom shooting up. She has ruined her veins to the  point that she has to shoot up in her neck and she  enjoys it because  of the extra “rush” she gets from it.  It is all so very, very sickening to me and  yet  it is all a part of my life because she is my daughter.  I am so glad that her sisters have not  chosen her style of life  ~ I couldn’t bear more than one for sure!  and I never stop wondering where and when I could have made a difference so she didn’t end up where she is.  I say I don’t blame myself but I  guess that is the same as blaming myself.  I watched an  interview with Jeffrey Dahmer’s  father not long ago and really empathized with his questions about what he could have done or said, too. But back to where I started, I think the only choice I have is to somehow make enough money to support Jami separate from my household. I fear for my husband and myself, too, but we are choosing to put ourselves in the path of MRSA. No one else in the family is and sometimes I think we are crazy to do so because this seems to me to be a far worse or at least as bad of a death than even AIDS. Now I’m crying, scared of the truth I write. God help us all.