My name is Beauamber Bakhtiar and I want to tell you about my mom, Rosemary. There is no one in this world who wanted to be a mother more than my mom, and she made sure my two younger brothers and I had a childhood full of magic and wonder as much as humanly possible.

When I was around 11 years old, my mom became a single parent overnight. She was in an abusive relationship with my father for years, and before they were able to amicably separate, my father had a series of strokes that left him permanently disabled and unable to talk/walk. This meant, without any preparation, she had to figure out how to take care of three kids alone, become the sole breadwinner, and still make sure my brothers and I could have a "normal" childhood. She still was able to find a way to take me to ballet classes, buy me art supplies, homeschool me for a few years when I was bullied in school, and still attended every parent-teacher conference and recital. She has always sacrificed to make sure we were happy, fed, clean, and still believed in the kindness and generosity the world had to offer for our futures.

These last few months have been extremely hard for me to see my mom become weaker and sicker. No child is prepared for that dreaded day of seeing how fragile and sick your superheros become. I will always see my mom as I did when I was a kid, and every day that passes I wish I could go back, I wish I could add more time to the clock, or stop the world for just a moment.

Overnight my mom lost part of her eyesight after being discharged the first time in our local hospital. The first two weeks she was incoherent and unable to speak or function from the pain. When we readmitted her, no one had answers, and it felt like no one was listening to our concerns. Until this week, we had no answers as to why things kept getting worse. We found out she had a rare strain of an autoimmune disorder called Vasculitis. Mis-diagnosis after mis-diagnosis, unanswered questions that kept us up at night, and improper discharges from our local hospital, finally led us to tranfering her to USC Tek Medical hospital, an hour and a half from her home with my brothers and I. At this point she was in kidney failure and had severe lung/breathing problems.

I haven't been able to see my mom at home and outside of a hospital bed in weeks. Worst of all, I don't know what the future holds. Everyday is another battle in trying to figure out what to do next, and on top of everything my mom hasn't been able to work or support herself/my brothers. She is self employed and without any support. Things were already difficult finically for her, and being bedridden, taking chemo medication in hopes to get into remission, and becoming diabetic overnight as a symptom to her treatments has made it impossible for her to work. I am barley able to support myself without assistance, and I can only do so much to support my biggest cheerleader, supporter, and best friend.

So I have come to ask our village of people, if there is any out there. I want my mom to get better, I want her to be able to gain her eyesight back, finish her rounds of chemo medicine, get into remission and be able to support herself again. She is facing eviction with my two younger brothers as I write this plea of support. I know that anxiety and fear impact the body more than anything, and I dont want her to have to worry about facing eviction from her home, not be able to afford food, or have the funds to get to the only hospital that has been able to do anything. Please, if you are able to help even just a little bit, I will forever be grateful to get my mom better.

She deserves to be able to be taken care of this time round.

Thank you so much for reading and considering a donation <3