I come to you this evening during the most difficult time of my life. I'm Charles Davenport, the son of the strongest woman I've ever met, my mother Debbie Bradburn. Debbie (sweet, loving, passionate about life, God-loving, unselfish, giving, humble, proud, modest, and very independent) has been a survivor of breast cancer since 2013. On January 21st of 2024, she slipped on a patch of ice at work, falling onto her back on a curb while taking out the trash. She had to be taken to the emergency room where they discovered multiple malignant tumors on her lung and liver. We got my mother admitted as a patient at City of Hope Cancer Center. After our first visit there, lasting a period of 2 weeks, we were informed that mom (Debbie) had approximately 3 weeks to live unless she started immediate cancer treatment. The horrible situation that we were just faced with was a battle against AGGRESSIVE and RAPIDLY SPREADING stage 4 "SMALL-CELL LUNG CANCER". The C word again. The horrible disease that takes many people's loved ones every day. We began traveling back and forth to City of Hope multiple times throughout the past 11 months, sometimes 2 or 3 times a month. The battle Debbie went through was as follows: twice as many cycles of chemotherapy as was expected, 2 weeks of radiation to her chest, stereotactic radiosurgery to her brain, 2 weeks of full brain radiation, immunotherapy, x-rays, countless brain MRIs, CT scans, PET scans, EKGs, a stent put in to open up the liver duct to drain bile after bilirubin was almost at 10 twice, and pacemaker surgery. That's not to mention the depression, anxiety, malnutrition due to not having an appetite after treatment sessions, nausea, lack of rest, and the pain that she endured throughout her entire body from the time she'd wake up until she went to bed, at which time there was still pain and tears through the tossing and turning. On the eve of December 18th, exactly 1 week before Christmas, I received a phone call from mom's oncologist at City of Hope. A phone call I truly wish NOBODY ever had to receive. Mom's (Debbie's) cancer had spread to a point where there was no further treatment possible. Her body had been through so much that if she did another treatment, it would completely take away her quality of life and she would be transferred to a hospital where she would spend her remaining days. Instead, Debbie (mom) and her children—son Charles (myself), son Jayson, and daughter Betty Jo—all decided to bring her home for her final days. That way Debbie (mom) could be in the comfort of her own home with her children, her 2 dogs Alley and Oreo, cat Thomas Jay, and surrounded by loved ones (family and friends) visiting every day. It is now our turn to show mom the love that we had witnessed from her, growing up all of our lives. The last 6 weeks, me, my sister, my cousins Martin and Devon, and family friend Steph took over all care and physical needs of mom, as we became her Home Care Team. Over the past 6 weeks, her health has diminished drastically. So 2 days ago, we had to call Hospice into the scene to provide us with the comfort care that she so righteously deserves. Mom (Debbie) is not expected to make it through this weekend, at which time she will get her wings, soar up to the pearly gates of Heaven where she will begin her eternal life with no pain, sorrow, and no more suffering, and she will be reunited with my father, her parents, and many, many other loved ones. We are asking for the generosity of friends, family, and anyone else who can help us raise funds to take care of mom's funeral costs and medical costs. Every little bit counts. Thank you and God bless you.

Sincerely,

A loving son