On February  11, 2019. My first friend, my lifelong best friend, my older brother told me he was experiencing shortness of breath, chest pains, bloating in the abdomen and swollen feet and legs. I naturally googled the symptoms,  and demanded he go to the hospital, my search results came up with Congestive Heart Failure.  

February 12th, 2019 Gregory was admitted to hospital, his blood pressure was too high, his heart rate was too fast for someone of his age, 41 years old. 

My father was military and met my mother in Korea. My father brought my mother over to the united states in 1976. She  is the oldest of 6 siblings and left her family to start her own. We lived a good life in the Puget Sound.  

My father was diagnosed with Stage 4 colon cancer at the age of 46 and passed away at the age of 49 on September 13th, 2000. My brother and I made a promise to my father to take care of my mother, who is diabetic, type 2 transitioned to type 1. My brother also promised my dad he would always help and provide for my mother and I. Losing my father was hard on the family emotionally, mentally and financially. That was the first time I had to plan a funeral service while the loved one was still alive. I thought that would be the last time.
February 13th, 2019  we learned that my brothers heart failure was severe, that his heart is functioning at less than 10%. His left and right side is failing.

February 14th, 2019 we spoke the the cardiologist team and learned that my brothers condition is not only severe, but the only way for him  to prolong his life, is getting a new heart. He needs a heart transplant, but we have to wait a year before he can be placed on the waiting list. Not only does he need a new heart to survive he also has multiple blood clots in his heart,  which can end his life at any moment, any day and at any time. The next step would’ve been pumping his heart, but If those clots move he could suffer from a  brain aneurysm, stroke or have other organs fail on  him. 
After meeting with the Palliative Care Team, we plan on having my brother live with my mother and I after he leaves the hospital, so we can care for him and make sure he is pain free and comfortable.


Honestly, its heartbreaking seeing my protector in a vulnerable life threatening state. We now live on a day by day basis. At any moment, at any time and at any day, my brother could die from his heart giving up. 

It pains me to see my mother suffer and go through this grief again. As a parent, I now understand the heartbreak of potentially out living your first born. 
My daughters father passed away on October 27, 2015 and my brother has been the only male father figure in my daughters life. 

I have zero expectations, but all the hope the universe will hear me and help my family with current and future medical expenses that we will incur to support him in this long road to recovery.

With a humble and gracious  heart, I ask if you could help, support and share this campaign, my family and I will be forever grateful.


Thank you for your time and prayers, 
Christina