Support for a Peaceful Home Amid Cancer Battle

Unfortunately, on February 13th, I went into the hospital with what I thought was just a bad cold or possibly even COVID. I had passed out, and thankfully my son was home. He heard me calling for my late husband Phil, and I was asking for help and explaining I needed him. My son immediately called 911 and woke me from what was a dream, and everything turned into a nightmare. They took us to Trinity Hospital, and I was hardly responding. We thought at first that it was just pneumonia or, as stated, maybe COVID. After only three hours, we found out some grave news. I was diagnosed with stage 4 lung cancer. In that moment, my world crumbled, and I immediately found out I was never going to return to work, and my future was cut short, all in a heartbeat.

As of now, I am scraping by and am not used to this. It's hard enough to ask for help, but my son has become my caregiver, making working for him a challenge at times as well. I have started disability, but it will only last till May 7th, and I will have to reapply. It's not much, less than 1/3 of what I used to make. My one wish is that I can stay in my own home and live my life out in somewhat peace as I receive treatment.

If you can find it in your hearts to help in any way, big or small, please. God bless and thank you.