Please Help Robert Moran Recover from COVID Battle

Please Help My Dad and Baby Brother:
Hello, and thank you for visiting our GoFundMe page.

My name is Mia and I am the eldest daughter of Robert Moran.  I am here to sincerely ask for help for my Father and brother after a truly terrifying and debilitating, near-death experience with COVID, spending a week having a ventilator breathe for him.

Most of you reading this know my Father, Robert, and what an amazing person he is. For those of you who don’t, he has built and nurtured caring relationships  with anyone good enough to sit and talk with him and get to know him. He is equally kind and outgoing to a homeless man on the street who needs a caring ear and the CEO of a company. He is funny, smart, a talented athlete and has a beautiful soul. He was the last person to deserve what has happened to him.

My Dad has four children. Me (Mia), my sister Ariana, my brother Jalen, and lastly, our baby brother Keanu. My Dad has raised Keanu completely alone from birth. He has selflessly taken on being a good Dad to Keanu, who is only 10-years-old and has to endure the Christmas season without the comfort of my Dad.

Despite following all guidelines for COVID and taking precautions in everything he did, he was diagnosed with COVID in the beginning of December. He immediately took action as soon as he had symptoms and isolated from Keanu, which kept Keanu safe and COVID negative. He wore masks and gloves in his own home, despite being isolated to protect my brother and other friends and family. He really did everything right.

Just under a week after being diagnosed, my Dad took a turn for the worst and had to be transported by ambulance from Santa Rosa, CA Sutter Hospital to a Sutter affiliate hospital in Burlingame, CA (2 hours from home), where he was immediately admitted to the ICU (Intensive Care Unit). He could barely breathe or talk, but was fighting hard to recover so he could be home for Christmas and take care of my brother. I’ll never forget how it broke my heart to hear he was lonely and scared when I spoke to home.

Unfortunately, just as my Dad seemed to be getting better, I got a frantic call saying he needed to be put in a medically induced coma and onto a ventilator. It was life or death. He would die without it and there was no promise of him ever coming off of it. As they prepared him to be intubated, my siblings and I said our tearful “I love yous” on FaceTime set up by his wonderful ICU nurse. In return, he put on a brave face, told us to be strong and that it was going to be okay, even though looking at him told another story. We didn’t know if this was the final goodbye.

For a week, my siblings and I anxiously awaited news every shift on how he was progressing, as we waited from home due to the restrictive policies for COVID. We felt helpless being away where we could not hold his hand. I didn’t know if he would make it. It shook our family to our core. We were praying for a Christmas miracle. By the grace of God, just a couple of days before Christmas, my Dad was able to come off of his ventilator. It’s been almost a week off of the ventilator, but a very slow start to recovery. As of today, he still struggles to talk and has a lot of hard work to do. 

In just a couple of short days, my Dad willenter a physical rehabilitation center nearer to his home. 

We, as his immediate family, have invested everything we have in taking care of hisneeds through the whole month of December when he contracted COVID. My Father, like many people struggling in a post-pandemic era, has lost his steady income and has been doing any additional workhe can. We are just two days from January, when his $1,900 rent and additional utility costs will be due. He is absolutely terrified of losing the home he cares for my brother in. My Dad is a proud man and doesn’t ask for hand outs in life. Ever. My siblings and I would do anything for my Dad, but this is just beyond our means. He will likely be in the rehabilitation center for an additional couple of weeks once he is discharged. 

I am sincerely asking for just what I believe my Dad will need to cover his rent while he recovers and cannot work. I have never asked for money in my entire life, andneither has my Dad. We are incredibly private people and wouldn’t be sharing his story and asking for your loving help if we had any other option. 

I know many of you are struggling, and I am appreciative of anything you can donate. Prayers are happily accepted, as well!

Thank you from the bottom of our heart,
Robert, Mia and the Moran Family
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UPDATE:

He has a clot in his leg, so it may be additional time before he is even released into rehabilitation.