Thank you all for the amazing support to me, my brother, and most of all my mother.

We are in need of help and this is very difficult to ask. Any help from anyone would mean the world and truly provide much needed assistance. We are desperate for any help, financially, or man power. Financially I am unable to keep up with the expenses and to maintain and it has become very scary. Thank you for taking the time to read this. My mother was very, very special to us.

Our mother Elizabeth Alice Stinson lost her battle with cancer May 2nd and was truly amazing. More than our mother, more than just a teacher, a tad bit (well maybe a large bit) crazy, funny and offbeat, brilliant dedicated, talented, and most of all loved her life and career. She taught my brother and I how to camp, boat, water ski, be creative, learn, research, to not use a preposition at the end of a sentence, art, multi tasking, cooking, sewing, cross stitching, the love of books, and so much more.

Through all the medications, testing, the treatments, the re-testing, hostpialization, home care, physical therapy, a great deal of expenses have piled up. As of May 4, 2017, the phone calls started coming in. Further expenses with the home, the sale of the home, moving costs, and funeral costs are starting to add up. Any help towards this would greatly aid my brother and me as we transition into this new life. If you are able to donate any time, money or resouces you would be helping out in more ways then we can explain.

Our mom lost her nearly 6 month battle with cancer May 2nd, at 8:53pm. We took her back home from the hospital under hospice with the readiness to take on the next few weeks of pain. She had become paralyzed, as the cancer had moved into her spine and the pain worsened.

She had beat sepsis, handled wig shopping, all of my off beat jokes (I'm still not sure how she handled those, between the continued talk of the twins she was carrying or the socks I stuck on her ears the last hospital stay), the chemo, the pain, the fear, all of it. She was strong and rarely complained. She let me make her smile though as you'll see in the pics, oftentimes I got the results I wanted, that little middle finger raising!

https://www.facebook.com/stinson.dean/posts/10211863611658635

Our mom though had other ideas. She came home Monday evening smiling and making jokes with the EMT’s, her wig on, eyelashes all done up, as they wheeled her in, and moved her into the bed we had moved downstairs. She and I laid together, talking and trying to figure out her cell phone yet again, and she fell asleep around 10:30pm and just never woke up. She decided she didn't want to put us through the care taking or deal with the pain. She decided in typical Alice fashion to do it her way and she did it in the best way possible.

All day Tuesday the 2nd, she slept. She was peaceful and in no pain. She was visited by so many amazing friends and family through the day and each one of us saw her react to our words, the stories we were telling, the jokes we made, or the songs we played for her. Everyone left with a little gold sparkle on them as I made sure to continue to rub the heart shaped lotion block from Lush all over her arms, hands, head, neck and face, to make sure all that left that day had a little of her to keep her safe.

As the day progressed and the night came, the nightingale bird that had visited once when she left for the hospital the week before, came back when she came home the night before, was back again, singing at the top of her lungs. In the 23 years living at that house there had never been a nightingale. We held her, spoke to her, comforted her and she opened her eyes just slightly. A couple tears rolled down her cheek and a few minutes later she peacefully left us at 8:53pm, being held and loved.

She was our mom, a friend, and a teacher, but mostly, she was my rock. Life will forever be different for me, a scarier, strange place, leaving me to visit WEB MD or the internet to find my answers, and a world without a shoulder to cry on, or a voice of reason pleading it will all be okay. We will all miss her I know, but there will forever be a hole in my heart no matter how many times she shows up in angel numbers, a gust of wind, or a song on the radio.

Again thank you all for everything you did and were preparing to do to help my brother and I tackle the next difficult weeks, with the food calendar and plans to visit and help.

Sorry mom for sharing all the pics. But "you're the cutest cancer patient the world has seen." We love you, I love you, Eric loves you, Bear loves you. Visit us often and enjoy Heaven. Until we meet again....

Oh yeah and.....

#fuckcancer
#111

A bit on #FUCKCANCER:
https://www.facebook.com/stinson.dean/posts/10211863611658635

Through all the medications, testing, the treatments, the re-testing, hostpialization, home care, physical therapy, a great deal of expenses have piled up. As of May 4, 2017, the phone calls started coming in.  Further expenses with the home, the sale of the home, moving costs, and funeral costs are starting to add up.  Any help towards this would greatly aid my brother and me as we transition into this new life. If you are able to donate any time, money or resouces you would be helping out in more ways then we can explain.

We are in need of some simple repairs and patch work in the home, some simple painting outside, the wraught iron fence repaired or replaced in the back yard, railing added to the front steps to the home, and a glass door installed in the shower. If you have any contacts or connections or time to possibly give, we thank you in advance. We would be very grateful for any help when the time comes to move as well.