Help Renee Find Comfort in Her Last Days

Hey friends! You probably know and/or have had an impression left on you by this God-loving, amazing, brave woman I call mom. For those of you who may not know, her name is Renee. I am her daughter, Casey. She went on a mission most would call crazy at the very least, to do missionary work in Kenya on a whim, (a.k.a a calling from God) in 2014. She loved on each and every person she crossed paths with. Taking many orphaned children under her wing. According to her, she was never coming back and fell in love immediately with Kenya. She was blessed to meet so many incredible life-changing people and unbelievable experiences! They even named her "Mvua". The elders explained it means Rain in Bukusu, a dialect of Swahili and that she was God's love raining down on them.

Unfortunately, mid-pandemic, in 2021, she ended up with Cerebral Malaria for the 3rd time and it was almost fatal. Our family had to have the U.S. embassy find her (there are no addresses) and fly her home as her passport was missing and there was absolutely no way we could arrange the flight that fast in the state she was in medically. She made it back by the grace of God and moved with my Uncle and Aunt in Florida. About 6 months later she started having a severe sore throat. She found out it was throat cancer and started 35 treatments of radiation. They then found cancer in one of her lungs and did more treatments focusing on that. They told her it would take a year for her to feel better and the scar tissue to go down. She went back in for a regular check-up and the cancer was now throughout both lungs. They gave her the option of chemo but said it was terminal either way.

In the meantime, life has happened heavy to our family. My uncle and aunt were displaced from their home to a hotel due to damage from multiple previous storms. My aunt's mom is on hospice now too and so much more. I am so overwhelmingly grateful for all they have done this far. What it all comes down to, is I have to bring my mom home with me. She was hospitalized almost 2 weeks ago, and I was able to fly down to be with her. She is out of the hospital. The doctors started her on hospice last week. I am her only child and I need to bring my mom home with me so I can take care of her. As many may know, I have struggled with addiction since relapsing when COVID hit. I am so proud to say I celebrated 10 months clean on the 8th of July! I beat myself up incessantly for not being able to be here for her sooner. I do know wholeheartedly that it is my mission to take care of her as best as I possibly can from here on. I have a great job that has been so incredible during this whole thing and is holding my position for me! I finally was blessed with a vehicle right before I came down here so I will be able to take her to appointments etc... I was living in an Oxford House but I obviously cannot bring her there. I have to get back to work so I can take care of her. We are not taking much back but enough to go into a small trailer that we can hopefully tow behind a truck or SUV we can rent so she can be able to lay down while I drive. We will have to stay in a hotel or air BnB for a short time until we get into a place of our own once we are home. I have been talking to landlords but I can't do much not being there in person. I do have some money saved but it's dwindling fast, especially the longer I am down here without working plus its not near enough that we need. Literally anything will help. And if you aren't in a position to donate, please just share! There's definitely not a handbook on how to do this stuff unfortunately. I just know I love my mom with all my heart and I know many of you do as well. I thoroughly believe with all of my heart that God knows all of our needs and will provide, exceedingly and abundantly. Thank you so much in advance even just for taking the time to read this!