Help an artist get arm surgery

Hello, I am Kinchip-- famously known as Fano Fixedsys back in 2018-2020. My arm was injured back in 2019 due to a scooter incident, although the injury was sadly ignored and only subsided by my parents until now, which resulted in the injury worsening over time.

As of recently, I’ve been helping my family with their numerous family businesses. One has already closed down, and the remaining one (a bakery) has been left under my care. I was working as an unpaid family helper, since they said, ‘You’re part of the family anyway.’

Back in February this year, while baking for the business, I started feeling pain in my arm. I noticed that my pinky finger was beginning to move later than usual. When I showed my parents, they dismissed it, as they’ve done before.

But this May, I woke up with intense pain in my wrist and hand. I couldn’t move my hand without feeling sharp pain. I broke down and cried to my dad about it, and he finally agreed to have it checked.

The doctor did an x-ray (this being the FIRST xray i got of this arm ever) and showed that the ulna bone has been separated from the radius bone, no therapy nor massage can repair it to the way it was. He suggested a procedure called “Adam’s Procedure” to pull the bones back together and the doctor estimated about PHP 500,000 for the surgery and healing therapy. (For euros it is 7521.66, but again, this is only an estimate by the doctor.) My family is in a horrible spot with money which is the reason why we had to create a family business.

Until now, I’m still being told to bake and work, even though my arm has been showing signs of strain and possible injury. The pain hasn’t gone away, and there are days when it’s fine but most times I can’t grip on a pen without feeling pain after—but I’m expected to push through it anyway.

I have also decided that, for the sake of my well-being, I need to move out and live away from my family. An aunt is willing to take me in til further notice.

This event is the breaking point where I've finally opened my eyes and realized that I've been treated more like a tool than a person, especially by my mother, and that my entire life and well-being is at risk if I continue to stay with them. Many relatives have warned me about her narcissistic behavior, but I simply kept trying to understand her perspective and hope that things would change. They never did. I can't wait for her to change any longer or I don't know what other part of my body would break.