UPDATE:

hello once again everyone :wave:

thank you all SO MUCH for the support we have recieved, it has helped so much, but things havent calmed down here, and we still need some more help.

here is the timeline since i posted this:

friday, november 3rd, my mom was re-released from the hospital. again, she was released without proper care leading to the discharge, and had a fentanyl patch removed 20 MINUTES before discharge, while it takes approx. 17 hours for fentanyl levels to drop to 50%, in which drug interactions can very well still happen.

she was released like this, almost without pain medication. they somehow forgot to put her prescribed opioids in the pharmacy bag, and refused to believe we didnt have them, until we were pleading for them to look, even saying they can call the cops and lok through the room and all of our belongings, to prove we didnt get them.

they then gave it to her, in which they lied about the amount we would be recieving, having been promised at least a week and a half worth of her meds, as she didnt have a primary care doctor at the time and had to wait to schedule an appointment. she did not recieve enough of her meds to last her till then, as she ran out tuesday.

she didnt even get to make it to tuesday, as monday, at 6:00, she fell, and gashed her head open along with a seizure.

my mom, almost died in my arms. she is lucky to be here, as if my sister was not in the kitchen, no one would have gotten to my mom in time, as none of us heard the fall. my sister saved her life by immediately calling it out.

i had to rush to her side, triage her, and immediately apply pressure on her wound with my bare hands, while also making sure i allowed her body to seize and not harm her. once my brother got to her as well, i had a second to run and grab a clean rag, before returning to put it on the wound.

after her seizure, she had no idea who we were, what was going on, or who she was. she was speaking what we assume to be italian, as it was close to spanish but wasnt quite there. she also told the emts she was in new york when asked if she knew where she was.

i almost had to put her in a leglock, as she was punching, clawing, kicking, and screaming at us in pure terror. once emts got there, she calmed down and allowed them to examine her, but still was utterly confused. she was taken to a different hospital, and had a 2nd seizure once she got there.

this has affected us healvily. every waking moment since that night has been filled with the scene of my mothers lifeless, bloody body in my arms, begging her to stay with us. i cannot have a moment of silence, as when i do, i can only see that scene. even more so, its been hard as both my dad and brother, along with the paramedics, have confirmed to me, that if not for me being there, she would be gone.

i was the only one who knew what to do in terms of keeping the situation calm, getting proper pressure on her head, and diagnosing her seizure. my brother was freaking out, which while understandable, wasnt good for the situation. i still havent had a moment to let it all process, as right after, i spent the time talking with emts to give them all her medical info, as i was the one taking care of her while she was at home, and calling family members to get the situation sorted and inform them.

now, as of nov 10th, at 5:49pm, she is being transferred to a stay at physical therapy center.

here is where we need help: upon my moms return, she has nothing. no money, nada, so even with her being home, she cannot help us with anything. we still are behind, as the check from family leave STILL HASNT ARRIVED, and it has been almost 3 months. add that on the fact that my dad has 3 checks in the mail which havent arrived that were supposed to be here days ago. the SAG-AFTRA strike has FINALLY ended as of the past 2 days, so work will finally start to pick up again, but until then, we have nothing. we have barely any food, less than before, no milk, no gas money.

if any of you know me, you know i try my best to keep this to myself and not let anyone see the reality behind everything, but thats coming to a close. with all of this especially, i NEED therapy, as this has been eating away at me, and i fear that i will once again fall into the spiral i was in this year, and be admitted to a ward this time. its so hard to find one with insurance, so i have to do a paid program.

while this gofundme is for my family, and I wouldnt have made it without them asking, im hoping that even if you dont care for my family, help ME out.

its stressful for me to have my family suffering, even if I can hold out, they cant, and thats what kills me. had I been forced to do the same thing i did for my mom for ANYONE thats not family, it would have no impact on me. we are all traumatized, as that was the hardest thing i think i will EVER have to go through, and i havent even gone into specifics.

all i ask, is that you PLEASE share, just on an instagram story, twitter, to your mom, i dont care. just anywhere, anywhere this can gain traction, anywhere we can get some help. being honest, it hurt me deeply to see how many people i was so close with, just not care to even share on an ig story, which takes maybe 15 seconds.

but please, if you can find it in your heart to just share, thats all I ask. again, we dont expect to hit the goal, but we just need help. any help. hell even a gift card to a food place would help us. anything, i ask for any help you can provide.

i really hope you all are doing well, thank you for reading this, and i hope i will never have to update this again, but things change so fast. <33

(ORIGINAL POST)

Hey all,

My name is Dylan (or oli as some of u may know me as), and my family needs help.

Last month, on August 28th, my mom went into the hospital. She went in, as she couldnt breathe, couldnt see at all (blurry and green as she said), and fell. We found out the next day that she was in the beginning stages of liver cirrhosis, along with diabetes, a blood infection, and heart issues related to the liver.

This left her in the hospital for a week, in which they released her, with severe abdominal and leg/arm swelling. My mom, who was 120ish pounds when this was occuring, looked like a pregnant mother who would be expecting anyday. She was released on the 1st of september. Why they released her in this condition, we still do not know.

This led to her going back a week later, on Sep 8th, due to extreme pain and swelling. She could barely walk, couldnt stand on her own, and had fallen that day due to it. She gets treated for the swelling, in which they gave her medication to pee it out, before doing a biopsy on it, so by the time they went to check it, it was too close to her internal organs to sample without risk of damaging her organs.

She was about to be released on the 15th, as they wanted her white blood cell count to drop before they released her, as a precaution. The morning of the 15th, around 1am, she vomited and aspirated, almost dying of aspiration pneumonia, as her lungs were FILLED with fluid.

This was after we had said multiple times that she needs to be checked on CONSTANTLY, but they would just give her pain meds and leave her alone all night.

This led to her being sedated and intubated, for 4 weeks. During this time, we had to BEG for updates, as we were hearing nothing on her condition. Even when calling, we wouldnt be told much, until my aunt, who is a respiratory therapist, stepped in to talk to them, in which we found that MANY things were changing, even if small.

As of Tuesday, October 10th, she now has a tracheostomy. She is finally awake, albeit in pain or usually exhausted. Many of the issues that were present, have now returned to normal function, but this isnt the end of the issues.

Due to all of this, my dad has had to have us living at his house for the time being (they were in the middle of a peaceful divorce, and he moved out already). Before this, he was already struggling with rent and bills due to the SAG-AFTRA strike, (he works in the entertainment industry as a stagehand/spotlight operator),but now, its gotten to be too much. He works often usually, but took paid family leave the day she first went to the hospital, in which ALL of the paperwork got messed up on their end, and he has YET to recieve a check from them.

This has left us with near nothing. My dad can barely afford to keep his place, along with no gas money, and barely any food money. We are fed, and we are safe, but we need some help. We cannot afford to keep living like this, as once my mom is released, my dad is going to HAVE to stay off of work to take care of her, and the wages of caretakers are barely above minimum wage.

We dont expect to hit the goal, nor do we expect anyone to donate. This is our last shot, and we are pleading. Even if you cant donate, PLEASE share this. We need all the help we can get, as this has severly affected our lives, and will continue to do so.

Ive kept quiet about our struggles, to basically everyone, but we cant stay quiet now. Anything helps, anything at all.

UPDATE:

hello once again everyone :wave:

thank you all SO MUCH for the support we have recieved, it has helped so much, but things havent calmed down here, and we still need some more help.

here is the timeline since i posted this:

friday, november 3rd, my mom was re-released from the hospital. again, she was released without proper care leading to the discharge, and had a fentanyl patch removed 20 MINUTES before discharge, while it takes approx. 17 hours for fentanyl levels to drop to 50%, in which drug interactions can very well still happen.

she was released like this, almost without pain medication. they somehow forgot to put her prescribed opioids in the pharmacy bag, and refused to believe we didnt have them, until we were pleading for them to look, even saying they can call the cops and lok through the room and all of our belongings, to prove we didnt get them.

they then gave it to her, in which they lied about the amount we would be recieving, having been promised