HI everyone. The last few weeks seem to be something out of a nightmare. My mother, who, if you know me at all is my super hero, my best friend, my guardian angel, and my inspiration. And it now seems as though I will not have much time left with her. Many of you may also know that she has been battling stage 4 breast cancer for 10 years and recently that battle has only gotten more challenging. About 2 weeks ago she called me in the middle of the night saying she couldn’t breathe and saying her goodbyes. I rushed to her aide and then to the hospital. We found that she was suffering from Extreme COVID symptoms. One of the worst being hallucinations and memory loss. It was so alarming that the hospital decided to order a Head Ct with contrast to make sure the cancer had not spread to her brain. The hospital the ambulance took her to, however, was treating her horribly, stealing her things, mistreating, and ignoring her. I had come to visit her and found her wheezing and laying on the edge of bed asking for help because her room was over 90 degrees and she could not breathe. So we removed her from the hospital and brought her home. What we thought was recovery was just the calm before the storm. On Sunday morning, my mom stumbled into my room and collapsed on me. She was almost completely unresponsive and was rushed to the hospital again. Due to many factors she is now suffering from extreme mental issues appearing to be tied with the effects of COVID and her cancer. I am the only person she recognizes fully and she consistently has to ask where she is and what is happening. She is a home health aide and now due to her condition she had to walk away from her job because she no longer has the energy or mental capacity to take care of a person besides herself. I have now became her soul caretaker. Now that she is not working we have no way to pay for her cancer medications which are the only thing keeping her alive at the moment. On top of this we have to put her into an inpatient facility to maintain not only her mental illness but also the progression of her cancer prognosis. I need help. I thought I had so much more time, I thought she would be ok. But now I am backed into the corner trying my best to keep us all alive. I ask that you help where you can. I am grateful for anything, whether it’s a penny or a prayer. I just want my mom to be comfortable. She’s given me everything I’ve ever needed and I’m so grateful God chose her to be my mom. And now I have to see to it that she is taken care of.