My parents both grew up with single mothers in a rough part of the East Bay Area. They struggled in the way most kids did in the 80’s who didn’t have fathers, endlessly. They then became teenage parents and faced a new challenge: constantly struggling to provide for our family without outside support (both of my grandma's passed when I was first 3 and then 13, no extended family unfortunately..) Needless to say they have seen their fair share of hardship. Unlike most though, instead of having it destroy them, we were able to rise above. 

So having survived all of that and escaping the government statistics we were all supposed to be (kids of single parents/ teenage parents who live in the hood aren’t supposed to fair well) we thought the worst of it was behind us. 
We realized life had other plans for us recently on the day we all heard the word "Glioblastoma" for the very first time.

It is brain cancer. It progresses quickly. It is terminal. 

He is 51 years young and was just starting to grow his small business and feel like he was getting a solid footing after years of working for other people and struggling. 
And as anyone who has ever started a business could tell you there is some belt tightening in the beginning in order to get things to take off. 
One of the ways of many the belt tightened for my dad was when it came to life insurance and health insurance...

At this point I think you probably see where we are going with this.. Terminal Brain Cancer... No Family Support… No Life/ Health Insurance...

Yes not only is my father trying to process the news of his life ending before he's even been given grandchildren (he tortures me with guilt on this regularly lol) 
but my parents are also losing everything they've built from nothing over the last 30 years. 

They are now having difficulty paying their mortgage, affording their day to day costs and prescriptions/ treatments without insurance. They also cannot access government assistance because my father’s small business made more than the income threshold last year and they own a home. So, no insurance. No Medicare/ Medicaid. No disability. No social security. To name a few things, they are stressing big time about how my mom will pay the medical costs after he is gone and mostly where they will live since they are likely going to lose the house to the medical debt.

At 50 he was still riding his bicycle 12 plus miles regularly and working 50+ hours a week without slowing down. Health issues and the idea of dying were the furthest from his mind. 

Then, starting in July over the span of 6 weeks, he noticed loss of motor function and his speech failing slowly but progressively. He didn't have medical insurance so he feared going to the doctor to have this checked out. Finally after it became too much to ignore he went to the emergency room to see what was happening. They had a CT scan in less than an hour and within 3 hours he was in a Critical Care Unit on his way to have the lifesaving surgery he would have the next day.

It was the longest 8 hours of our lives. We were afraid he wouldn’t come back to us. It was so sudden. Thank goodness, due to the medical ingenuity of one amazing lady Neurosurgeon, he woke up the next day alive and craving steak J J J.

But we quickly learned the feeling of relief was only temporary. Glioblastomas are aggressive and incurable. He has little more than a year. 

While I was growing up my mom could only get retail jobs making minimum wage as she never graduated high school (that whole teenage mom thing). My dad supported us by working for local construction companies and picking up side jobs. He would often work 50+ hours a week at his Mon - Friday job and then put in another 12 hours or more that weekend. He still always had time to take us boating, fishing or hiking on the evenings and weekends though.  
It was a struggle to afford a house in a good school district and try and keep my brother and I off the streets; but, with determination and fearlessness that is exactly what he did. 

I am so grateful to have been raised by such a tenacious and optimistic man. He always believed we were meant for better. He always believed we could conquer any circumstance. He always showed us how to be strong and never give up. Now he needs someone to be there for him. He’s worked SO HARD his whole life with few breaks. 

This situation was a cluster of terrible circumstances and timing that has destroyed my parents hope at security at the end of their lives. In a time they should be spending hours together with friends and family, healing and savoring their last moments, they are instead struggling to still make ends meat and working in order to keep a roof over their heads/ food on the table due to mounting medical costs. 

Please help any way you can. We are looking for ways to cover his medical costs/ care and to keep him in his house for the remainder the time he has left. It would also be great to maybe afford a few special trips or experiences for him before he is too sick to enjoy them anymore. Life has been rough on my father. He deserves a happier ending then the beginning we had. Just once I want him to know what it feels like to have someone there for him and not the other way around. I’m a recent graduate trying to get my life off the ground and keep my career on track. I can only do so much with so little but I am doing everything I can. I’m hoping this GoFund Me will help if even only a little. Thank you so much for your help, prayers and good wishes!