Help Vinnie Puccio Receive Home Hospice Care And Supplies

Hello, I’m not good at this kind of thing, but I need your help. Since the 14th of March my dad, Vincenzo Puccio, has been in the hospital. He’d been suffering a bit of a mental decline and confusion for the greater part of the last year that was thought to be anxiety. As all the other tests came back normal. Even when he was admitted in the middle of February, they found nothing. It turns out he’d been having silent seizures for no one quite knows how long, but sometime between when he had a focal seizure and was hospitalized in September 2023, and made a recovery. The night of March 17th my dad had a big focal seizure in the hospital and was rushed down to the ICU and put on a breathing tube as he wasn’t protecting his airway. The next morning he got it taken out and was feeling back to baseline. The doctors adjusted his anti seizure meds but he had a few more seizures over the next couple days before they found a balance of medication. After the last one he changed. He speaks in mostly mumbles and moans, but he knows his name and who I am and recognizes people, and speaks clearly at times and not so much at others, he just has trouble with his speech and agitation. They tell me this is his new baseline, after all the damage from all the seizures, and that he might recover a little, but there’s nothing any of the neurologists or anyone can do. But you can be damn sure if there is something that can be done to help him recover, I’ll find it. My dad was dropped from his insurance in January due to an oversight with taxes back in 2007 that can’t be fixed now. And doesn’t qualify for Medicaid because he “makes too much” with his only income, his pension check. Our only option is hospice care. And he isn’t eligible to be taken care of at a facility, nor would he want to. He’d want to be home with me. I’ve been his sole caregiver since his stroke in August of 2020, and since his hospitalization this time I’ve been in charge of a lot of difficult decisions, to say the least. Since he can’t quite consent himself, that responsibility falls on me, and me alone. I gave the okay to give him the breathing tube when he had the seizure, I’ve had to decide to put him on a feeding tube when they were worried about him swallowing, to sign a DNR in case of the worst, after being told how unlikely he’d be to survive the trauma of it and if so what his mental state would look like, I’ve had to decide what quality of life would be unacceptable in his eyes, decisions no child should have to make for their parent. But I’ve been doing my best with my sole mission as it always has been, to keep my dad alive. The doctors tell me he’s dying, it’s happening and there’s nothing I or anyone can do to stop it. But he’s still fighting, he always has been, he’s hasn’t given up and neither have I. His vitals are all stable, he has good days and bad days agitation wise, but he’s still fighting. In order for him to receive hospice care I applied for him to be taken on as a charity case and he was accepted, Compassus will pay for all his meds and any equipment he might need, as well as send a nurse out to check on him every so often, but I will be his sole caregiver, as I have been. I will be trained to be his hospice nurse. Without me, this doesn’t work. And if it’s the last thing I do, this will work. I have been out of work since he was hospitalized because I just couldn’t leave him all alone in this hospital so I lost my job, I’ve been here since day one, almost a month ago, as I write this, luckily Einstein allows overnight guests and I’ve been sleeping on the couch in his room and only going home to pay our rent at the motel we live at. He’d do the same for me. The reason I am making this gofundme is to try and help raise money to pay for his food and supplies, the one thing hospice does not cover. They’re worried about him aspirating given his mental state so he’s on strictly a puréed diet, puréed food and thickened liquids. This I’ll need to provide. Living in the motel makes this harder, I wasn’t able to find anyone willing to let us stay with them to administer his care, and I don’t blame anyone that turned us away, it’s a heavy ask, and I wouldn’t have even asked if it wasn’t for my dad, but I will make this work. If you’re able to donate in any way, the money will go towards buying his provisions as well as equipment I’ll need to prepare his food. And ultimately whatever arrangements are appropriate in the end. As they tell me, hospice is a day by day process. It might be weeks, months, a year, no one really knows how long he has. I’m trying to remain optimistic, at least for him. Because I see hope in him each day. But I know nothing short of a miracle is gonna save him, cuz if love could save him I’d be Superman. If you know me on any level, then you know I’m not one to ask for help, I’d much rather struggle on my own and figure it out somehow along the way. But this isn’t about me, so I’m asking you, begging you, even if it only buys him an extra week, or an extra month, please help me save my dad.