Help Kim pay for Mom's funeral and support Shaunna
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For those of you who had a chance to meet and know our Mom, Alvira Weyers lived for her kids and her family above herself. She dedicated her life to taking care of her first husband and her children, and then her second husband Jerry, her children, and her grandchildren.
Over the last few months, it was our turn to take care of our Mom. In November, Mom had an infection complicated by diabetes that resulted in the amputation of her leg. She was in high spirits throughout her recovery, although the odds were stacked against her. After transitioning to a rehab facility, contracting COVID-19, and working through physical therapy, we were so excited to bring her home on December 1.
Following a week and a half of tumultuous care for Mom as we struggled to understand her lack of appetite, her decreasing energy, and her lethargy, I called 911 to try and figure out what was going on with our Mom. After a quick vitals check, the EMTs insisted that Mom had to go into the hospital again on December 13. Her BP and blood sugar had both dropped dangerously low, and if she didn't go in that day, she likely would have passed in her sleep that night.
For the last several days in the hospital, Mom seemed to operate on a yo-yo -- she would do well for a few days, able to talk to us on the phone and complain about the food, the TV, and generally feeling grumpy about being in the hospital again (who can blame her?). But as time went on, we were informed by doctors of the dire straights our Mom was in.
Septic shock had set in as a result of an infection gone unnoticed and untreated during her time in the hospital and rehab facilities, badly damaging a majority of her organs and leading to an inability for her body to maintain its own blood pressure, pulse, and temperature. In addition, she tested positive again for COVID-19, resulting in us not being able to see or visit her due to the restrictions in place for the hospital.
Following the good days, she had increasing bad ones; incoherence, delirium and hallucinations, and pain. At the time, the doctors all seemed optimistic to some degree. While Mom was doing poorly, she still showed her fighting spirit, and we were told that we might have weeks or months with our Mom still before she ultimately succumbed to her illness.
On December 25, we were told to come in and see our Mom, as it might be the last chance we had. We also had to make the difficult decision on whether we would transition her to comfort care, or continue aggressive measures that were causing our Mom more suffering than relief. We moved her to comfort care, and they comforted us by saying that we would likely have a few days, at least, before our Mom passed.
Two hours after leaving the hospital on Christmas, my sister Alicia received the call that she had passed, in her sleep, peacefully and in no pain thanks to the measures of comfort care providing her with some pain relief.
Where we thought we had months to save and plan for a funeral arrangement and support for her youngest daughter, Shaunna, we now had hours.
This GoFundMe is set up to help support costs relating to our mother's cremation, and to help support her youngest daughter, Shaunna, in Kim's care. While dealing with the various diagnoses that had set in, our Mom had fallen behind on both her mortgage and a number of other bills, putting the house Kim and Shaunna live in in jeopardy of foreclosure.
Any help at all would be greatly appreciated. Any donations that do not go directly to the cremation and memorial costs, or to paying off the owed mortgage and utility bills, will be placed into a savings account for Shaunna for any emergency necessities and a future college fund.
Thank you so, so much for any help, donations, or sharing you provide.
Over the last few months, it was our turn to take care of our Mom. In November, Mom had an infection complicated by diabetes that resulted in the amputation of her leg. She was in high spirits throughout her recovery, although the odds were stacked against her. After transitioning to a rehab facility, contracting COVID-19, and working through physical therapy, we were so excited to bring her home on December 1.
Following a week and a half of tumultuous care for Mom as we struggled to understand her lack of appetite, her decreasing energy, and her lethargy, I called 911 to try and figure out what was going on with our Mom. After a quick vitals check, the EMTs insisted that Mom had to go into the hospital again on December 13. Her BP and blood sugar had both dropped dangerously low, and if she didn't go in that day, she likely would have passed in her sleep that night.
For the last several days in the hospital, Mom seemed to operate on a yo-yo -- she would do well for a few days, able to talk to us on the phone and complain about the food, the TV, and generally feeling grumpy about being in the hospital again (who can blame her?). But as time went on, we were informed by doctors of the dire straights our Mom was in.
Septic shock had set in as a result of an infection gone unnoticed and untreated during her time in the hospital and rehab facilities, badly damaging a majority of her organs and leading to an inability for her body to maintain its own blood pressure, pulse, and temperature. In addition, she tested positive again for COVID-19, resulting in us not being able to see or visit her due to the restrictions in place for the hospital.
Following the good days, she had increasing bad ones; incoherence, delirium and hallucinations, and pain. At the time, the doctors all seemed optimistic to some degree. While Mom was doing poorly, she still showed her fighting spirit, and we were told that we might have weeks or months with our Mom still before she ultimately succumbed to her illness.
On December 25, we were told to come in and see our Mom, as it might be the last chance we had. We also had to make the difficult decision on whether we would transition her to comfort care, or continue aggressive measures that were causing our Mom more suffering than relief. We moved her to comfort care, and they comforted us by saying that we would likely have a few days, at least, before our Mom passed.
Two hours after leaving the hospital on Christmas, my sister Alicia received the call that she had passed, in her sleep, peacefully and in no pain thanks to the measures of comfort care providing her with some pain relief.
Where we thought we had months to save and plan for a funeral arrangement and support for her youngest daughter, Shaunna, we now had hours.
This GoFundMe is set up to help support costs relating to our mother's cremation, and to help support her youngest daughter, Shaunna, in Kim's care. While dealing with the various diagnoses that had set in, our Mom had fallen behind on both her mortgage and a number of other bills, putting the house Kim and Shaunna live in in jeopardy of foreclosure.
Any help at all would be greatly appreciated. Any donations that do not go directly to the cremation and memorial costs, or to paying off the owed mortgage and utility bills, will be placed into a savings account for Shaunna for any emergency necessities and a future college fund.
Thank you so, so much for any help, donations, or sharing you provide.
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Kim Bundy
Organizer
Tonawanda, NY