Help us honor our mom
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Mom started off with a cough. This was around the start of the pandemic, so we were very careful to quarantine in case it was Covid 19. She was tested and it wasn’t covid19. So we thought it was a minor cough. It was to never leave.
Doctors thought that it was just high blood pressure, so they put her under medication. Same with the diabetes. The high cholesterol levels and diabetes were stabilized when her diet changed. It helped a lot. But last year, she began to feel other symptoms. She started to have fatigue, nausea, and started to drastically lose weight. The doctors assumed it was her diabetes so she was referred to a nutritionist which honestly didn’t help much. She then started to develop a chronic cough that would not go away. They had her take the covid test various times and while it’s great that she never had it, doctors wanted to prescribe her more medication each time to treat the cough. My sister insisted that they should do more profound testing instead of prescribing more medication that did nothing. While she was getting more tests being done her stomach began to grow. They told her it was her liver failing and her stomach cavity had bile, and that she has cirrhosis so she went to go see a liver specialist. She was told that she has a tumor on her liver and they were going to perform a biopsy to make sure if it is benign or not.
On April 5th, we got the diagnosis that it was late stage 4 metastatic liver cancer, and it had spread to her lungs. In her history of diabetes and high blood pressure, in all those appointments, the cancer was never caught nor mentioned.
During a pandemic this whole process gets worse. The oncologist wanted her to start chemotherapy no longer than a week after her diagnosis, and my moms insurance took forever to approve of all these treatments and operations because of the fear brought on by the pandemic and restrictions that had to be placed for the safety of medical professionals. Every single thing required a new Covid test result even if we kept her at home to be sure that she would not get sick. Because of the extra time that all this took, she never had a chance to start chemo. She got worse. Her complications progressed to the point where her liver and kidneys stopped functioning. Every one of us were willing to donate a kidney, but her body would not be able to handle that stress. She couldn’t be stabilized anymore. She couldn’t start chemo without it killing her.
Out of a year long prognosis (it was estimated she would have around a year left with treatment and 6 months without it) she only lived 2 months. That’s how little time we got to love and appreciate her to the fullest in her final days.
We aren’t ready for the cost of a funeral, so please help us honor a mother who did her best to hide her pain so that we didn’t panic or worry, up till the last breath. She loved us enough to hold it until she was comatose and unable to show it. She was that kind of strong.
Anything helps.
Doctors thought that it was just high blood pressure, so they put her under medication. Same with the diabetes. The high cholesterol levels and diabetes were stabilized when her diet changed. It helped a lot. But last year, she began to feel other symptoms. She started to have fatigue, nausea, and started to drastically lose weight. The doctors assumed it was her diabetes so she was referred to a nutritionist which honestly didn’t help much. She then started to develop a chronic cough that would not go away. They had her take the covid test various times and while it’s great that she never had it, doctors wanted to prescribe her more medication each time to treat the cough. My sister insisted that they should do more profound testing instead of prescribing more medication that did nothing. While she was getting more tests being done her stomach began to grow. They told her it was her liver failing and her stomach cavity had bile, and that she has cirrhosis so she went to go see a liver specialist. She was told that she has a tumor on her liver and they were going to perform a biopsy to make sure if it is benign or not.
On April 5th, we got the diagnosis that it was late stage 4 metastatic liver cancer, and it had spread to her lungs. In her history of diabetes and high blood pressure, in all those appointments, the cancer was never caught nor mentioned.
During a pandemic this whole process gets worse. The oncologist wanted her to start chemotherapy no longer than a week after her diagnosis, and my moms insurance took forever to approve of all these treatments and operations because of the fear brought on by the pandemic and restrictions that had to be placed for the safety of medical professionals. Every single thing required a new Covid test result even if we kept her at home to be sure that she would not get sick. Because of the extra time that all this took, she never had a chance to start chemo. She got worse. Her complications progressed to the point where her liver and kidneys stopped functioning. Every one of us were willing to donate a kidney, but her body would not be able to handle that stress. She couldn’t be stabilized anymore. She couldn’t start chemo without it killing her.
Out of a year long prognosis (it was estimated she would have around a year left with treatment and 6 months without it) she only lived 2 months. That’s how little time we got to love and appreciate her to the fullest in her final days.
We aren’t ready for the cost of a funeral, so please help us honor a mother who did her best to hide her pain so that we didn’t panic or worry, up till the last breath. She loved us enough to hold it until she was comatose and unable to show it. She was that kind of strong.
Anything helps.
Organizer
Edwin Murillo
Organizer
Bell Gardens, CA