Insult added to injury

Hi,
This might very well be my last post. Since my recurrence I've moved back in with my dad and stepmom (I'm 39 and have no family of my own). They were lukewarm from the start. Yesterday I got into a big argument with my dad. I still have around twelve thousand in total assests left from the sale of my house. All of it is in his name. And he has used me as a tax deduction for the past four years (also my medical payments that I've already made and some other tax deductions, the total value of which is at least fifteen thousand dollars). I wanted to make an eleven hundred dollar payment to the hospital where I had to stay for two weeks in July. He said I was being selfish in making the payment, that it was just throwing money away. He demanded that I give him enough money to pay for my funeral (big joke, the reality is at best I'll get cremation) and then, to top that, he just seized all of my assets (there already being in his name makes this easy for him to do) and now he demands that I raise my monthly payment to him from $400 to my entire disability check or move out. A social worker is scheduled to come by today and discuss options with me. It looks like I'll have to move into a nursing home. I'm paralyzed from the waist down (please, no jokes about being paralyzed from the neck up) and probably won't be able to move into an assisted living facility. So on top of my recurrence I now have what I feel to be a betrayal from my own dad. I'm beginning to feel a little bit like Job. I won't curse God, but I might have a few choice words for my father. He currently has a farm easily worth seven hundred thousand dollars and right now has over 100k in bank cds and around twenty thousand (not including my money) in his checking account. And he says that I'm being selfish in wanting to spend $1,100 of my own money for hospital bills. No word of how he's going to spend my money. I imagine he'll just add it to his own. Now that's altruism. I'm very worried about my pet chickens. I imagine that if I move out he'll kill them. My stepmom likes most of them and might keep them (she sells the eggs) but dad will at the least thin their numbers down. There are around ten and there is one fat Tyson hen that I just know he'll kill and eat. And there might not be a nursing home that will accept me. In that case I'll just have to give everything to my dad. That will make for some very expensive baloney sandwiches... If I have to move in the next day or so I probably won't be able to post anymore (assuming wherever I end up does not have internet access) so I'll wish everyone good luck. I'm a little embarassed to complain when so many of you have worse problems but just posting this has made me feel better. Thanks a lot.