The Epic Story of Oobiedoob and Her Magnificent Mother.

As many of you know, a week and a half ago I was told that my Mother would not make it until Christmas.

She had a liver transplant twelve years ago, and it was looking like the liver was just running out of steam, and taking her kidneys with it. Those who know this, also know how close I am with her, and what a kind, creative, loving person she is. Even those who haven’t met her know this from my stories of her, and the silly, thoughtful, amazing gifts she randomly sends me. My favorite of which are her own woodworking creations. Gnomes, Bears, Bunnies, a spice rack specified for my tiny kitchen (which she actually made twice, as the first was lost in the mail). My Mom is one of the few people I know who truly can love unconditionally (and trust me, I needed it as a teenager). She is just amazing. This news was absolutely crushing.

So, I quickly hopped on a one-way plane to be with her as much as I could during this stage.

With the news of her failing liver and kidneys, the doctors included that there was a very scary, possibly dangerous procedure that they could do to biopsy another section of her liver on a less than 10% chance that it would show that this was anything other than what they were nearly certain it was; multiple organ failure due to the transplanted liver having given all it had. They weren’t even actually encouraging her to do this, they just had to offer it to her. A Hail Mary, if you will.

My Mother, ever hopeful, and a total badass, opted to have the procedure, and…

GUESS WHAT?!

She was in the 10%!! ☀️

SUCH AMAZING NEWS!! I still feel like I’m dreaming!!!

The issue was actually a bad drug interaction that mimicked a failing liver, and the effects can be reversible.

So now my Mommers is fighting her way back from the literal brink of death, but boy, is she fighting!

She is still in the hospital while they try to improve her numbers (Many technical medical names and abbreviations that I know, but hopefully you’ll never have to). I intend to stay with her as long as possible, certainly until she gets out of the hospital, and set up comfortably in her home. This is now looking like months.

So, here is the awkward part for me. I have been here without pay, on a one-way ticket for over a week, and it’s looking like I will be staying for months now….

Unfortunately time equals money (as do plane tickets home).

I feel uncomfortable about asking this for several reasons:

1) I am SO f$@king lucky already!! I get to keep that wonderful woman for longer than we thought when she was on deaths door step not once, but TWICE!! I should not ask for more than that.

2) Only a few short years ago SO many of you were SO generous during my darkest hours when my son passed away. I should also not ask for more than that.

3) I just hate asking for money. But I need to be here, and I need to get home.

So there it is. That’s my story. Many people have been asking how they can help. If you can, and you want to, this is how you can help us. And either way, I love and appreciate every single one of you who have been sending out positive vibes in any possible way to my amazing Mommers! Keep those coming, for sure! ❤️