Support for Mom's final expenses and Family Home

Four years ago, my mom fell in the kitchen and hit her head on the floor. That one night changed our lives forever. The saga of what has transpired since is enough to write a book about. It involves constant care for mom by doctors, my dad, and myself. In the past few days, mom has had to be admitted to the ICU. This is her fifth time in the hospital.

I am a grown adult. I live in the same house as mom and stepdad. I lost my birth father many years ago to diabetic complications and stroke. This home is all I have left of him. It is not paid off. The only thing of value my father left behind is this home, and the pension that now resides with mom.

Despite having given this life every single ounce of effort I had as an adult, I am not in a good position. I am a Chef who has worked my whole career trying to make a difference in my future and my family's life. In truth, I have failed. I have come close many times to success but have encountered life-changing obstacles over and over again. As many of my friends and colleagues have.

And now the doctors tell me I am running out of time.

I am beyond grateful for the love and support of my stepdad for without him, the past four years would have gone a completely different way.

My only goal over the course of my life was to make something of myself and return the kindness of my mother who always gave me her support and encouragement despite a birth father who never quite understood me.

I am flawed, I have made mistakes. But I have always endured.

I am endeavoring to not say too much because I am trying to honor my stepfather’s wishes and stay private. But at this moment in time, I know we need help. And family, friends, and strangers can help us.

We have been faithful to mom's care, we have done everything in our own personal power to help make her better. But as I sit here crying knowing that with each passing day in the ICU more “things are declining” to use the doctor's words. I am also very aware that I have failed to provide for my little family.

Mom raised me to ask when I needed help. To not be shy about it. And to do it loudly.

My amazing, kind-hearted, outspoken, mother is not ok. And I need your help. Without help, I may find myself losing the last piece of my father and mother all at once.