Support Perry's Fight Against Heart Failure

"He Ain't Heavy. He's My Brother..."

This is undoubtedly one of the most challenging things for us to do: reveal vulnerability and seek assistance. It doesn’t come naturally, if at all. Our family motto has always been, “We don’t share our problems. We share our solutions!” But right now, pride, vanity, and ego have no place here. Looking back, I believe he began to feel unwell a few months ago. He’d say, “All is well!” So I let it be. We’ve always been diligent about keeping doctor visits and check-ups, especially given our family history of cancer and other health issues. Our mom passed away young at 55. Our dad lived to 84, but it wasn’t until later in life that he learned to relax and take more time to live and love. Even adopting a baby pre-birth at age 70. Our sister Lillie. The joy she brought him and continues to bring all of us. Anyway, Perry’s bloodwork showed promising results, but his heartbeat was irregular. His doctor recommended monitoring and medication. Again, “Great. All good. Ok. We’ll keep an eye, good energy, etc!” And life continued on its course. Did it ever……….!

Over a month ago, during the devastating LA fires, Perry, who, despite his tough exterior, is truly a marshmallow at heart. He has always been. His “Rose” is a beautiful blend of genius and playboy, with a touch of mischief that makes him endearing. He is generous, witty, and playful, always ready to bring joy to those around him. As a committed and present dad, he embodies love and care, and as a loyal friend, he stands by you through thick and thin. Perry is ambitious, artistic, and creative, driven by a passion that knows no bounds. He is a dreamer at times, but most of the time, he is a visionary, inspiring everyone with his dreams and aspirations.

His “thorn” has been the puncture—the fear of love and romance combined with the fear of success. Ironically, he has recently fallen in love. Abandoning much of that nonsense, he rediscovered his ability to reveal its hidden gifts. He vowed a path to self-care, relaxation, and meditation to conquer the relentless demons of anxiety. Even deciding to work less, allowing his son an active role in running his business, and now this! A rug being pulled out from under him.

Life’s a funny thing, they say. Indeed, it is! Only this time, without a belly laugh.

I’m reaching out in hope that Perry survives this dire situation and has a chance to recover. Doctors are practical, but I’m an eternal optimist. Regardless, I’ll do everything I can. In doing so, I believe in the importance of transparency. There’s a beautiful person struggling, feeling weak, broken, and defeated. I remind him to keep fighting, not only for his life but also for the opportunity to heal.

He’s in the “late-stage” heart failure category. Doctors say he needs a heart transplant, but at best, bypass surgery is an option.

I say, “He’s scared, and we all are.”

Unfortunately, the insurance company won’t cover any of this. Bills are now piling up.

That’s the gist of it. Or, shall I say, the whole story!

From my heart and what's left of his, and from so many who know and love him, we thank you ! And, for all you who have taken the time and energy to send prayers and good thoughts, it renews hope. For those who can manage a few bucks donation, that too adds to the healing!! . If nothing else, please pass the plate or spread the word. I thank you. WE thank you.