Hello all and thank you for visiting my GoFundMe page. My daddy is writing this on my behalf. As you might already know, I lost my battle to cancer on July 11, 2020. I want to explain how much pain I suffered until the end. The emotional pain was more than heartbreaking, and these words are just what my dad knows, no one will ever know everything.
In July of 2019, I was diagnosed with Hodgkin’s Lymphoma, my dad was with me the entire time and took me to chemo, hospital, and doctor’s visits. Shortly after I found out about my cancer, I lost my best friend, and I truly missed and needed her during this horrible time. I was so used to sharing everything with her and this crushed me. I was supposed to just accept all that was happening was meant to be, even if it was not what I wanted or could even handle.
Meanwhile, I was trying to be supportive for my family members that were falling ill. My dad was still recovering from heart surgery and rehab, my mom was struggling with RA, and my grandfather was just not doing well.
My dad was on his way to a dr appt in September and someone turned in front of him and totaled my Jeep, UGGGH!!! What??!! All of these things were starting to really get to me and I felt like I could not catch a break. To finish 2019, my grandfather passed away. More pain.
I had an awesome job that I truly loved and was excited to get back to when in January 2020, they decided to close the doors forever! Another kick to the gut. Now I have cancer, no best friend, no car, my grandfather is gone, and now my job. What’s next, this was too much, when will this stop?
Then in June 2020, my dad passed out in my living room, I had to call 911 and he had to be hospitalized for lung toxicity in the intensive care unit. I could not even see him due to COVID-19. All the while, the chemo is killing me and I am trying to keep a smile on my face for my dad. Once I even asked him, “Daddy, do you ever just feel like giving up”? He got super mad at me and told me “you don’t ever give up, we will get through this”.
Once my dad was home, I needed a break and went to visit a friend. I had a nice afternoon but when I went to go home, my right leg gave out, I fell on my knee and broke it. Chemo just doesn’t kill cancer, it destroys bones and muscles too. I hid my pain and embarrassment, got in my car with my friends' help and just wanted to get home. I did not make it, I had to call 911 and I did not get the most friendly EMT’s. They were unkind and didn’t understand how hard it was to get on that stretcher without help, I wasn’t being a baby, I just could not do it. I was admitted to the hospital for 5 days, until I could get surgery where they put rods from my knee to my foot and plates in my knee. Thankfully my parents could come see me.
I came home in a wheelchair, my dad had to get me to chemo, dr appts, make my meals, take care of the house, laundry, everything. I think it made him stronger, but inside I was hurting so bad, and I wanted to do something for myself and feel good about it. He busted me trying to use the walker to get to the bathroom, lol. I told him with a smile, I made it this far! I could tell he was proud and I reassured him, we were going to make it through all this too!
On July 10th, I had a friend over, had some laughs, and felt normal for a change. It felt good. Later that night, I went to get some apple juice, my dad asked if I was ok, I told him yes and went back to my project at the kitchen table. Then out of nowhere, I got dizzy and could not call out for help. I laid my head on the table and a blood clot went into my lungs and killed me, right there at my kitchen table. That was it.
I never really wanted to leave my dad alone or leave my cat Bogey. I loved them so much, and I still do. Bogey made my life complete and made me feel so good when he would lay his head on my hand when I was working on the computer. I loved all my cat decorations, cat shower curtains, cat oven mitts, and so much more, but I could only have one cat!
After I passed away, my parents had to have me cremated because of COVID-19, there was nothing after my short funeral service and no grave site. My dad came up with an idea to keep my memory alive in a place where he and many others love to visit. My dad thought having a memorial bench for me at Warminster Community Park, along with a real celebration of my life at the bench dedication.
He also will be having a luncheon with my family and friends and the bench will be blessed by a priest. Now there will be a place for people to visit, have a seat, and remember me.
These benches cost around $1200 and my dad and some others have helped for the deposit and it is ordered. They are trying to raise money to help my dad pay for the luncheon and the rest of the bench.
Anything you can help with is so very greatly appreciated!
If you would like to attend the bench dedication and luncheon please message my dad at [email redacted], so there is a head count, the date will be announced as soon as possible (when they are done the renovations at Warminster Community Park). I would love for all my friends and family to come.
I love, miss, and thank you all so much!
Taylor
In July of 2019, I was diagnosed with Hodgkin’s Lymphoma, my dad was with me the entire time and took me to chemo, hospital, and doctor’s visits. Shortly after I found out about my cancer, I lost my best friend, and I truly missed and needed her during this horrible time. I was so used to sharing everything with her and this crushed me. I was supposed to just accept all that was happening was meant to be, even if it was not what I wanted or could even handle.
Meanwhile, I was trying to be supportive for my family members that were falling ill. My dad was still recovering from heart surgery and rehab, my mom was struggling with RA, and my grandfather was just not doing well.
My dad was on his way to a dr appt in September and someone turned in front of him and totaled my Jeep, UGGGH!!! What??!! All of these things were starting to really get to me and I felt like I could not catch a break. To finish 2019, my grandfather passed away. More pain.
I had an awesome job that I truly loved and was excited to get back to when in January 2020, they decided to close the doors forever! Another kick to the gut. Now I have cancer, no best friend, no car, my grandfather is gone, and now my job. What’s next, this was too much, when will this stop?
Then in June 2020, my dad passed out in my living room, I had to call 911 and he had to be hospitalized for lung toxicity in the intensive care unit. I could not even see him due to COVID-19. All the while, the chemo is killing me and I am trying to keep a smile on my face for my dad. Once I even asked him, “Daddy, do you ever just feel like giving up”? He got super mad at me and told me “you don’t ever give up, we will get through this”.
Once my dad was home, I needed a break and went to visit a friend. I had a nice afternoon but when I went to go home, my right leg gave out, I fell on my knee and broke it. Chemo just doesn’t kill cancer, it destroys bones and muscles too. I hid my pain and embarrassment, got in my car with my friends' help and just wanted to get home. I did not make it, I had to call 911 and I did not get the most friendly EMT’s. They were unkind and didn’t understand how hard it was to get on that stretcher without help, I wasn’t being a baby, I just could not do it. I was admitted to the hospital for 5 days, until I could get surgery where they put rods from my knee to my foot and plates in my knee. Thankfully my parents could come see me.
I came home in a wheelchair, my dad had to get me to chemo, dr appts, make my meals, take care of the house, laundry, everything. I think it made him stronger, but inside I was hurting so bad, and I wanted to do something for myself and feel good about it. He busted me trying to use the walker to get to the bathroom, lol. I told him with a smile, I made it this far! I could tell he was proud and I reassured him, we were going to make it through all this too!
On July 10th, I had a friend over, had some laughs, and felt normal for a change. It felt good. Later that night, I went to get some apple juice, my dad asked if I was ok, I told him yes and went back to my project at the kitchen table. Then out of nowhere, I got dizzy and could not call out for help. I laid my head on the table and a blood clot went into my lungs and killed me, right there at my kitchen table. That was it.
I never really wanted to leave my dad alone or leave my cat Bogey. I loved them so much, and I still do. Bogey made my life complete and made me feel so good when he would lay his head on my hand when I was working on the computer. I loved all my cat decorations, cat shower curtains, cat oven mitts, and so much more, but I could only have one cat!
After I passed away, my parents had to have me cremated because of COVID-19, there was nothing after my short funeral service and no grave site. My dad came up with an idea to keep my memory alive in a place where he and many others love to visit. My dad thought having a memorial bench for me at Warminster Community Park, along with a real celebration of my life at the bench dedication.
He also will be having a luncheon with my family and friends and the bench will be blessed by a priest. Now there will be a place for people to visit, have a seat, and remember me.
These benches cost around $1200 and my dad and some others have helped for the deposit and it is ordered. They are trying to raise money to help my dad pay for the luncheon and the rest of the bench.
Anything you can help with is so very greatly appreciated!
If you would like to attend the bench dedication and luncheon please message my dad at [email redacted], so there is a head count, the date will be announced as soon as possible (when they are done the renovations at Warminster Community Park). I would love for all my friends and family to come.
I love, miss, and thank you all so much!
Taylor