On May 25th of 2020 my best friend was taken from me. She was my life, my world... she was my Mother, Mom.

Mom had been living with Dementia since 2014. In 2017 when her hip was broken by EMTs, she became bedbound and my role as her caregiver became immensely more intense as she could no longer do anything for herself. I had no choice but to stop working, losing my income, in order to give Mom the quality of care that I felt she deserved.  A nursing home was out of the question.

I dedicated the last 3 years of my life to taking care of her 24/7 day in and day out, whether I was sick, tired, broken or otherwise. Mom always came first and I sacrificed my entire life to ensure that she always came first. I don't regret a single moment.

The only way we could survive was on her social security benefits. It wasn't much but it allowed me to pay the bills and see that she got all that she needed and wanted.  I twice tried to do a work at home position but it proved impossible because I needed to check on her often, all hours of the day and night. Taking those jobs meant denying my Mom the care she needed. I could not do that so I went without work. It was what had to be done. She was my best friend. My world revolved her for the last 3 years.

On Thursday May 14th Mom went into the hospital for a routine maintenance of her anemia. Through mishaps and, in my steadfast opinion, medical negligence my vibrant happy healthy Mom became increasingly sicker and sicker and on May 24th she was rushed to ICU, and I was told I was not allowed to go with her. I had spent every single day and night in the hospital room with her by her side up until that day. I had to hug and kiss her, telling her how much I loved her as they rolled her away from me, for me to never see her again.

They called me around 2pm on the 25th to tell me that she had gone. My nightmare became a reality and I have been numb ever since.

Now I am in a big empty home that I bought for her. I swear at times I see her still in her bed smiling at me, then I shake my head, look down and move past her bed fast before the pain grips me again. It comes in waves.

As I deal with this unbelievably painful loss, I am too often reminded that I have other problems that are about to make my life near impossible.  I no longer have a way to pay any bills. Not my health insurance, not to buy my 10 different medicines (a mix of diabetes, blood pressure, cardiac pills and more) not my auto insurance, my vehicle registration renewal that is coming up in June and so many other essential needs that I can no longer pay.

What do I do? I need to find a job but I know with me being out of work for 3 years that is going to be a very difficult task, one that will not happen soon enough for me to stop  the total collapse of my life. 

I have no doubt that I will eventually be able to pick up  the pieces and climb to the top of the mountain again but I truly need any and all assistance that I can get.
I am trying to sell the wheelchair van I bought for Mom and I hope it happens sometime soon but I know it's a specialty vehicle that not everyone is out to purchase.  In  the meantime I am left with this pending doom hanging over me like a guillotine slowly lowering.

Despite how difficult this is or how much I sacrificed to take care of Mom, I have zero regrets and I would do it again. 

If you can help. Please do. If you have friends who can help, please share my campaign with them and any other places you can share it.

I feel if I can get enough raised to help me get past the next 2 or 3 months, that should be enough time for me to find employment and stand on my own two feet again.

If you would rather not send assistance via this campaign through the internet and prefer to mail your assistance directly to me you can do so to my address.

Jared Pease
418 Rio Drive
Darlington, SC 29532

I spent the last 6 years giving all of myself to help another, my mother.
Now I truly need to be the one who is helped.

I am Respectfully and Humbly Yours,

Jared