Help Sandi Move Out Of Hell

My name's Amie, but I'm writing this for my mom, Sandi.  She's 74, and has done a lot of caring for other people during her life.  But now she needs a little help getting her life back on track.

For the last few years, Mum has gradually lost the capacity to do a lot of the basic chores we take for granted in caring for herself.  Her house has consequently disintegrated around her, her health has suffered, and her mental health has deteriorated as she stopped going out and socializing with other people very often.  My niece and I have tried to fill in the gaps and help, but have been very aware that the situation was not sustainable.  So nine months ago I found a retirement community that will do basic upkeep for her and prepare her meals, but will still allow her to have the degree of independence she needs.  A few days ago we got the call that they have an apartment open.

Unfortunately, despite the help of a good friend in providing the initial deposit and my brother in kicking in for the community move-in fee, we're still short of her first month's rent, which we need by June 5th if she is to be allowed to take up residence.  I wish desperately that I had it, but I simply don't.  And I so don't want to tell her that she can't have this chance to move into a clean, caring environment, instead of the terrifying hellhole she is living in.

I'm hoping that people she has touched throughout her life will be in a position to help.  I know times are tough for many of us, and maybe no one has it to give.  But if you can, this is the moment when it would really matter for her.

The "Writing Tips" on the side as I'm writing this say I should indicate how thankful I will be.  I honestly don't know how to convey that here.  If you could see how she's been living, versus where she could be moving, perhaps that would help.  If she felt like she could actually have visitors come over without being afraid they'd call Social Services, I have trouble imagining what that would do for her.  I desperately want to be able to give her a new chance at her life, for her to think that maybe, when she wakes up, something good will happen.  She's been so depressed for years, that I don't think she can even really imagine what that would be like.  It would mean the world to me, but also I know it would matter to her, to know that some people out there cared enough to try to help.