Funeral fund for Paula Yates

My name is Tiffeny Pearson. My sister, Kelly Ferrell, and Mother Paula Yates along with myself made up a triangle of love. My mother was a single mother to us since the passing of my father Eddie back in 1989. Along our journey she struggled but we always stood as a family. A small family, but a family nevertheless. In October of 2010 my mother became very ill. We found out she had a flesh eating disease. It was called Necrotizing fasciitis.  The disease quickly took over most of my moms lower extremities. After many hurdles and surgeries and painful procedures, my mother was left as a double amputee. She continued to battle a few wounds that refused to heal.  In 2012 a Colostomy Bag was placed and helped with the battle a great deal. At this point we were told there wasnt much else that could be done because the infection that ran through her body was now inside the bone. She was placed in Alive Hospice in Madison, Tn. It was apparent that she wouldnt live long if left in their care so after a long week and a half i had her removed from Hospice. She still had the will to live.  After some thought i took her to Baptist Hospital who greatfully sent her back to Select Speciality Hospital. Once at Select the wound care team Sandra, Renee and Cliff dove in and began to slowly heal my mothers wounds. But more importantly, my mother gained friends and family while in their care. While at Baptist Select my mother felt as though for the first time she had some say so in her wound care needs. Because she knew the staff who cared for her actually LOVED her, she did a turn around. So much so that in the end of 2013 my mother was sent for the first time to a rehab facility called Christian Care were it seemed her woulds that were small when she arrived just got worse. On October 2, 2014 my mother was sent home. I stayed home and took care of her around the clock. She actually did great. She was able to spend real time with all of her grand babies as well as family and friends. She was able to see her Great-grand daughter for the first time in person. She ventured out to Bingo one time and it was honestly an amazing time in all of our lives. She ate mexican food several times a week and we laughed and talked like we had never before. This past Tuesday while doing a IV Infusion i walked into my moms room to find my worst nightmare. She was pouring blood from her mouth. Completely unresponsive. I honestly was at a loss as what to do to help. We called 911 and soon after help arrived and took her to SkyLine Hospital.  They rushed in and brought her back to us once again. Later that night due to being completely full the hospital transferred her to Summit Hospital's MICU floor. It seemed like within hours mom began to respond to treatment. She by the next morning woke up, for lack of better words. She spoke to us. She made jokes with the doctors and nursing staff. They were talking about actually moving her into a different floor just 3 days prior to her death. On Sunday afternoon my mom spiked a fever that they quickly treated and although it would briefly go away, it came back a little higher. By Monday morning my sister, who had stayed with our mother around the clock, had to leave. There was an event that her children had to attend. She left briefly to get them ready. Within hours mom's health declined. I arrived to find mom on life support. Her fever was 105.7 and she was placed on a cooling blanket. At this point everyone was still optimistic that she could make a full recovery like she had done so many times before.  They showed concern but never said she looked like she might crash. They stayed by her side and worked hard to fight for her life. In a matter of minutes i watched my moms heart just simply stop. CPR was started and they did everything they could to save her. My sister arrived back at the hospital while they were performing CPR on my mom. In the end my mom's greatest fear was to die alone. And that she did not. We stood as a family, like we always did. My mom was surrounded by the very triangle she created in love.....

Her passing was unexpected and has left us struggling to give her a funeral that she deserves. My mother wanted to be cremated and have her ashes placed with her father's in Indiana. This for us is slightly out of reach financially. We humbly ask for whatever finacial assistance or prayers that could be offered.