Thurston County Medical Equipment Bank

Thurston County Medical Equipment Bank Fact Sheet

For information, please contact Mike Kelly at (360) 456-8810 or Rick Crawford at (360) 586-3590

The Medical Equipment Bank (MEB) was founded during the early 1980s by various workers in senior related programs acquiring used wheelchairs and other assist equipment. After gradually collecting these items they began building volume in their office corner and closets, so they began loaning the equipment to serve those in need. Today, MEB serves more than 4,680 people a year of all ages, loaning out much needed items free of charge.


We accept clean used, working, medical equipment and healthcare supplies.
See suggestion list on back.
NO medications are accepted.
NO pick-up or delivery.

How  to Prepare

Please make sure items are thoroughly cleaned, disinfected and in working condition.

Where to Deliver

Woodlawn Funeral Home Cemetery & Cremation
5930 Mullen Rd. SE, Lacey, WA 98503
Located in basement, entrance in back of building.

When Donations are Accepted

Monday, Wednesday & Saturday 10 -11 am
Closed All Major Holidays


Cash donations needed!
Mail to Medical Equipment Bank, c/o Senior News
112 East 4th Ave, Olympia, WA. 98501

Volunteers wanted!
Help during drop-off hours or repair and maintain equipment. Call (360) 456-8810

Suggested Items

Bath Benches
Transfer Benches
Shower Chairs
Tub Slider Systems
Grab Bars
Wall Mount
Bath Tub Edge
Toilet Accessories
Raised Toilet Seats
Toilet Safety Rails
Shower Accessories
Hand Held Shower
Diverter Valve
Active Daily Living Accessories
Hospital Beds
Home Style
Full Electric
Bed Accessories
Bed Mount Rails
Home Style Bed Handles

– Trapeze
– Bed Mount
– Free Standing
– Safe-T-Pole
Over Bed Table
Pressure Support Surfaces
Seat Lift Chairs
Patient Lifts
– Manual or Electric
Patient Room Active Daily Living Accessories
Blood Pressure Monitor
Dressing Aids
Threshold Ramps
Portable Ramps
Automatic Door Openers

Straight & Quad Care Medical Equipment
Folding Canes
–  Folding
– 4-Wheeled
Manual Wheelchairs
– Transport
– Lightweight
– Heavy Duty
Wheelchair Cushions & Backs
Sleep Therapy Equipment & Supplies
Oxygen Therapy Equipment & Supplies
Home Fill Systems
Portable Concentrators
Aerosol Therapy & Supplies

Medical supplies such as unopened packages of sterile gauze, syringes, adult disposable underpants, etc.

Questions? Please call the message line at (360) 456-8810 or visit the Medical Equipment Bank website here.


Through the Grief Lens

When Grief Collides With Holiday Stress

Your loss, as  a caregiver or after a death,  impacts every tradition, activity and thought this time of year. You are understandably seeing your holidays through the grief lens – who’s missing, what doesn’t work, the people who don’t get it, fatigue, gratitude, deep emptiness, putting on a mask to get through, big changes.

You don’t have much say about the world around you this time of year. Some people will be annoyingly happy. There is the onslaught of pressure to buy, buy, buy. You are likely to be asked, or insisted upon, to attend functions by well meaning friends or co-workers. Moods change without notice. Holidays are often stressful in the best years, but this year in your grief, everything is magnified. It’s like someone is using the zoom lens to hone in big on one subject: Life and holidays are not the same any more. But like a camera, you do have a choice to change or add a filter to help soften, sharpen, widen or bring your picture into a new focus.

Your world and life is changed. The picture needs adjusting. Here are three filters you can apply as ways to help de-stress your holidays.

  • The Simplify Filter. Ask yourself, “What is the simplest way to approach this situation?” For example, who says decorating must be everything you’ve ever done before? You can simply do only what is important to provide enough decor  to honor the past and present. Stick with it. Simplify might mean doing half of what you might have done in past years. If you shop, you might give a single family gift rather than all the individual presents. You could even ask for a “year off” from giftsgiving! (see Communication Filter). If you’ve been the host, share the responsibilities, delegate or step aside for another person to host. To simplify is not giving up what you want to do, it is about doing what is most comforting with your limited energy or resources.
  •  The Communication Filter. Honesty really is a great policy. Be honest with yourself as well as direct with  others. If an end-of-the-week-Friday-night-gathering-potluck-with-a-white-elephant-gift among co-workers who have been telling you to “get over it” doesn’t sound like fun, do you really go? First, know for yourself what the obstacle might be – emotional, physical or grief – then make the appropriate choice best for you. Grief zaps energy, so decide what adds to your life. In any social circle, diplomacy is called for, so assess your options honestly for personal insight and act accordingly. Write or talk with a trusted person to get to the center of your concern; once you know how you are really feeling, it will be easier to express to others.
  •  The Wellness Filter. Does what you do serve your health of mind, body and spirit? Temptations for food, drinking, staying out late, overdoing and shoulds predominate the holiday season. Taking care of you during this time of both holiday stress and grief is doubly important. What does wellness look like for you? Are you putting yourself aside for others? Whenever you are faced with temptations, put on the Wellness filter — will you “feel good” about your choices later? Or is your instinct worried about regrets? Wellness is often about balance. And even more about making sure you put on your oxygen mask first before tending to others. Ask yourself, “Am I seeking to balance my life with healthy food, sleep, socializing, exercise, (fill in your blank) and work?”

Indulgences are part of the holidays. They have a time and a place. But fulfilling your sense of wanting and even deserving the richness of the season is often at odds with your grief. Plus, in opposition to the extra social activities, December is a time to naturally begin to withdraw or hibernate with the onset of the cold winter months. This is when nature goes dormant to replenish. It’s no wonder there is a confusing pull on whether to stay or go, to grieve or celebrate.

The suggestion? Take each day anew the best you can as you have one foot in the past, and one in the present, as well as a sight into the future. After all, this where the traditions arise. They are built over time not any single year. Making an adjustment — adding a filter — to your current surroundings and needs is a necessary part of the grief journey.

Remember, too, this is not a time to deny yourself. If you find comfort in the company of others and being the host, go ahead. If tears flow unexpectedly, acknowledge that they come from love and loss. You are human. Loss teaches just what that means. So when anger of being left behind fights for attention over gratitude, it’s normal. If getting that gift or potluck dish didn’t get done because you couldn’t get out of bed, that is the truth of grief. If you haven’t been able to participate in traditions or ceremonies as fully and present as you’d like, recognize that your loyalty, faith or spirituality is not defined on one single day. Through grief and holidays, doing the best in the moment is good enough!

Each day is a new picture of life. You start again today. Your journey of healing moves in motion one frame at a time.

20 Pounds of Grief

Some people can’t eat. Others may take comfort and refuge in food. Under stress, when grief hits, which road do you take? Your hunger may wax and wane with the phases of the moon. After all, appetite changes are in the list for Is My Grief Normal? 20 pounds of your grief might be up, down or the yo-yo between as you battle the scale along with your grief.

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I Need Me

Sunday June 10, 2012

It is not unusual for me to wake up with a song playing in my head. Well, actually I haven’t had one in a long time as I think about it. But this morning, after a few minutes awake in bed, here came the words, a song Dave would take lead vocal in his bluegrass days: “Don’t you call my name, ‘cause I won’t answer, Don’t you call my name, ‘cause I won’t be there.” Ouch. I’ll just let this sit a while.
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Permission Granted

Monday, April 30, 2012

It’s really pretty simple: I miss Dave’s company. The bottom line to how I feel is that I miss his company. After so many years we came to the place of resembling each other and finishing each others’ thought.

There is a quotation in my file I’ve left unused for a long time. (I maintain a computer file of interesting quotes I find for possible use as inspiration on my Navigating Grief Facebook page. The only criterion is that it may resonate with me in some way about life, grief, love, loss…)

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Alone with Grief

Saturday, March 10, 2012

I am feeling a new vulnerability now, three plus weeks since Dave’s death. I have cried harder and longer over the past three days than I did in all of the week before. There is something happening about the time and distance from his death that begins to seep into my reality of being alone.

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The Last Dance

Monday, February 20, 2012

On the Monday before Dave died (during a wee hour on Wednesday), I went shopping. Over the last couple of weeks prior, getting out for a few minutes for groceries, work-out, drugstore items or a little breather was difficult both emotionally and logistically. Over the previous week I had been looking for some stationery notes, something Dave could pen just a small “love you” to his kids, in his handwriting. I don’t know why but all I could find were flowery, girly cards. I suppose an index card would have work, but I had in mind a nice keepsake card that could be tucked inside the memory box I am having made. I didn’t have the energy to put some kind of card together myself at that late moment.

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Inching Along

Saturday, February 11, 2012

“I’m starting to catch glimpses of some small handwriting on the fireplace wall.” Dave will spend hours sitting on the edge of the bed facing the electric furnace fireplace and mantle in our bedroom. “Fine, handwritten words,” he says with a gesture of writing in the air I’ve seen him do in his sleep. It conjures up an image for me of parchment paper with the Declaration of Independence script transparently imposed over the façade of the white wood.
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