Support Single Mom to Lay Son Kristion To Rest

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It's with deepest sorrow that I announce the passing of my son, Kristion Elijah Kim. He passed away on Dec 30, 2024, at 9:15 am.

Just 4 days after turning 21. I am so sad that my son didn’t get to celebrate his 21st birthday in Las Vegas like he wanted. Evil cancer had other plans.

I need help I am a widow mom who has three younger children still living at home. I have no savings and money is depleted. Please help me give my son a proper farewell

My sweet warrior son had a long battle with a rare form of cancer called retroperitoneal liposarcoma .

He battled from He was my 5th child and my 2nd boy.

My son Kristion had been battling cancer since he was 15 years old. He was misdiagnosed by the doctors when he was having stomach issues and losing an insane amount of weight. I took him every week to the doctors and he was still losing weight. The doctor suggested that my son was probably getting sick at school and purposely throwing up so he could lose weight. My boy was on the bigger side growing up. She also suggested that maybe his stomach issues were from him being lactose intolerant. It was the morning of one of his doctor's appointments that I went into his room and his shirt was off. I could see his bones come through his back and shoulders. He looked very sick. He sadly looked like death. I cried and told him that something was very wrong and I would get to the bottom of it. A couple of hours later, we would be in the doctor's office where I demanded scans and to see a G.I. The doctor didn’t think that was necessary.

I told her we were not leaving there without orders for both. She finally agreed to it. She then laid him on the exam table, felt his tummy, and sent us home with lactose medication. I got the scans I wanted but not the news I was expecting. I would get a call while in the waiting room that my son had a huge mass in his stomach and we needed to head up the hill to the kids' hospital. I cried so hard as my son was just sitting there waiting to see what it was. I told him there is a mass and he has to get a biopsy. I wouldn’t stop crying. He told me to stop crying, that it was not the end of his story. And that if it was cancer, he would fight it and win. The biopsy came back with a rare form of cancer that no child had. They were not sure of the protocol, so they just performed surgery. It would be a lengthy surgery that would remove an almost 25-pound cancer tumor from his abdomen. If you wonder how no one saw any signs, it was because the cancer was pushing his organs to the side, making room to fit. He was in the hospital for 27 days. I was there with him for 25 days. I had just had his brother a month before. I sadly missed his first smile and laugh.
Kris would have 3 to 4 months of scans. He went back to school and back to football, which he loved. He had been playing since he was 5. I was his biggest fan. I didn’t think he would be able to play again, but he did. He was so strong. I cried when he ran onto the field for the first time after his surgery.
He was good until about 17 to 18 months later when the cancer returned.

This would be during the coronavirus pandemic when I also had to try to homeschool a couple of kids. This time, Kris had radiation for 5 days a week for 5 weeks. Then he would have another lengthy surgery where they would remove 8 cancer tumors. They also removed his spleen, left kidney, gall bladder, and dissected his colon. He was in and out of the hospital. This kid was a machine. He hated hospitals and wanted out as fast as he went in. He was such a badass he returned to football his junior year. This time his body wasn’t as strong, so he stopped playing. He was so sad and felt defeated. But he turned to studying harder because he was determined to graduate on time from high school. He even applied to Oregon State. We were so excited that he was accepted. He worked so hard. I was so proud. He wanted to be an oncology pediatric doctor and help kids.

He was good for another 17 to 18 months, then we found out that the cancer returned and now he was stage 4. The day that my son should have been so excited for, the day we were supposed to register him for school, we were sitting in the oncology doctor's office as she told us that Kris would die from this cancer. I was so mad. How could she say it just like that? It was like she was asking someone to pass the bread. It was heartbreaking. I was always the one crying. And my son was always telling me not to. I told him he could not understand my feelings I had as his mom. It was different for both of us.

Kris was on palliative chemo, which he took different rounds of different things. Chemo was just to give him more time. My strong kid stuck around since October of 2023, I think is when it was. He had lots of ER stays and hospital stays after that. I was always there taking him. Except the last time, his girlfriend did. He had two bowel obstructions, a hernia, and the cancer was growing. He was in the hospital for 33 days, then placed on hospice. My sweet boy, I loved you with my whole being. I would have traded places with you.

My son is survived by me, siblings, nieces, and nephews.

This is such a hard and emotional time. I am still grieving the loss of my kids' dad. This is emotionally and financially devastating. I am a single mom. Any contributions would be greatly appreciated. I would love to give him a proper farewell. Funds will be used for urn, laying him rest and family expenses due to my sons passing

Back in 2022 I lost my estranged husband of 20 years to stay 4 colon cancer. He was in my life for 27 of those years. I had 6 of my younger children by him. My kids ages at home are 5, ( turns 6 )

on Jan 9th, my 10 year old and 13 year old. My 19 still lives here but is in and out. I have 3 older children as well and 6 grandkids. I am currently struggling to pay my bills. This is why I am asking for any and all help that I can get.

Also I put the 10th as his service date but I am not sure if that will be accurate I am still trying to figure things out. But it asked for a date. I will updates.

My sweet boy will be missed. We all loved you so much. You smiled so bright even through your pain. You will be so missed. Until we meet again my love.

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