Celebration of life and final good bye for Bryan Wilson

9/13/24- I was notified the news of my dad’s passing. I’m not sure what the plan is from here but I know many people reached out in efforts to connect with Bryan and we all were very hopeful for a miracle recovery. He was making good progress and really pushing to try and walk again and get stronger. Unfortunately God had other plans for him.

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The time has come and I’ve reached my last resort as I am out of full time work and my dads bills are piling up faster than my own and at this rate I’m unsure if my dad is going to pull through this. This request is for fuel to visit my dad, bills, hiring help to move 9 years worth of belongings, and trying to keep a roof over my own head in hopes my dad makes it through this and has my house to come home to. Funds will be set aside for the worst case scenario of him not surviving this, trying not to think about that but I’m left with no choice. I thought I had accidental insurance to cover this type of situation but I’ve been informed that my case doesn’t meet the criteria even though I’ve been making excessive premium payments for over a year trying to be prepared for this exact situation.

So as some of you know my dad (Bryan Wilson) fell very ill in April 2024 and since the day after I watched him take his grandson for a ride on the tractor working on the property and grandpa teaching my son how to blast mom with silly string, our world has been turned upside down.

Dad has now survived a stent surgery due to a large tear in the main heart artery vein, he’s had a couple endoscopies due to internal bleeding, multiple strokes in the right side of his brain, severe brain fog and delusion, and loss of mobility during his first 6 week ICU visit. The doctors were unsure the extent of the stroke damage due to his mental state when transferred to a skilled nursing facility because well he was extremely delusional and it was a very challenging time. Somehow by the grace of God he made what we thought was a complete turn around! I got him home to stay with me for 24/7 care and everyone was in awe at how well he was doing with recovery at my house.

This was a very short lived excitement as the next nightmare happened and to my surprise I was informed that due to my dads health he was asked to move from the only place he’s known as home for 9 years, this sent him into a pure downward spiral as he was still working through the brain fog and trying to separate what he dreamt in the hospital from reality and he just wanted to go home to be in his own bed with his dog.

This is when things really took a turn for the worse. Dad decided all he wanted was to go be at our family camp for Father’s Day as that was the last thing we did for grandpa before he died fathers day week due to a Mrsa infection that put him in a medically induced coma in 2008, just 4 short months after we lost my mom.

Well the key factor here is that dad suffered kidney failure almost 2 years ago and he was on a 3-4 day a week dialysis schedule and even though he was camping I still needed to make sure he got to dialysis in Fresno.

So fast forward to his next dialysis day, I got a call at 5 am stating that my dad had not arrived at dialysis as scheduled. We then rushed up to camp as he was in an area that had no cell reception. (He had been going out for service checking in with people up until the evening prior to this to make sure we had contact)

The hits just keep coming from here…. We found him basically unconscious at camp and got him to cell range and sent down to the valley by ambulance. This round he was admitted for pneumonia from excessive fluid overload and a severe blood infection of which caused his body to lock up and he lost all movement and couldn’t even crawl to his phone and barely even made it in the trailer. This also resulted in multiple bumps and bruises and we believe he hit his head falling multiple times. BELIEVE me when I say I was very against this camping adventure in this location for this exact reason but this stubborn man wasn’t going to take no for an answer.

So here we are… he’s had to have surgery to have his dialysis port removed and a new one surgically done, this didn’t go well. He was mute for a good part of 2 weeks and the doctors believed he might have lost mental capacity and may never talk again. We have since gotten him to talk a little but he’s not making much of any sense. He is very confused, very alone, and very angry and distraught as he’s very worried about his belongings. At this time it is rare that he will even speak to me personally and in a pure state of delusion he tried to swing on me because he was startled and didn’t even know who I was. I have not been able to afford to drive to see him in the hospital and I am struggling to find any jobs I can take on while also caring for my own child trying to keep a roof over our heads. Right now anything helps while we try to navigate through this very dark time.

Thank you

Wilson Family