Hi! My name is Emma Bose, I am currently a senior in high school, and being home-instructed. I have plans of becoming a nurse in the United States Air Force after college. My little sister is in 7th grade and thoroughly enjoys math and reading, along with playing with her best friends.
In 2012, our father (Samir Basu) was diagnosed with Alzheimer's. He soon began to forget how to do simple tasks, like, reading, making food and had trouble speaking. Being a freshman in highschool, it was always difficult having friend's over. He would often look disshelved, and wander around. It was embarrassing. I once overheard my friend say to her mother, "Emma's dad is weird, I want to go home." If only they knew that I knew exactly how they felt. He was weird, he wasn't the same. A year passed and things only got worse, he began falling, getting lost and mixing up words- only to get mad when we didn't understand what he was saying.
He was trapped, trapped inside a body that couldn't put his thoughts into words, into actions.
Early one morning in September of 2013, he woke to make my mother her cup of tea, which he always did. He ended up falling and cutting his head on a drawer, it was time for a change.
We had considered a nursing home for a while, the house would be a lot less stressful, we wouldn't have to worry about his safety, and we would know that he was in good hands. We decided it would be the best option.
He was here for two years.
Many visits he would try and tell us he wanted to go home. It was awful being in that place, I can only imagine how awful it was for him, especially not being able to explain what he wanted.
I didn't visit too often, and I now feel guilty for it. Our conversations were of no substance, "Hi, how are you, I love you, goodbye", it was hard for me to bring myself to go there, and see how he would just get worse every time. Sophomore year I was diagnosed with depression and anxiety, I was angry and upset with my situation, it wasn't fair that many others were able to have a father that would take them out, have dinner with them and be able to share stories. My first suicide attempt was October 11, 2013. It was an awful day. I wished I had my dad to comfort me, to tell me everything was going to be okay. I was soon put on antidepressants and home instruction, to help me get though my struggles.
In October of 2015, he suddenly got worse and stopped eating. He was placed in hospice care. People that visited him said he seemed different, he wouldn't join in prayer, and had a blank look to his face.
Only a week later on November 6, he became unresponsive. Hospice called and said that we should visit him, and that it may be our last chance to say our goodbyes. I decided to go along, after months of not seeing him, and he looked awful. He was hyperventilating, and his temperature soon peaked at 107 degrees. Around 12:26am that night we got a phone call to say that he had passed away.
Dad was alone, in a place where no one truly knew who he was or respected him and how smart he was.
He was once a Cardiac Surgeon, and you would never know that towards the end.
My mom currently works full time, barely having time to spend with us and when she does get off work, she is absolutely exhausted.
I started this educational fund to take a small amount of stress off her as she has to manage to pay for two children going to college and placing my father in a nursing home was extremely financially draining. Our college fund was also completely emptied.
I would greatly appreciate if you'd consider helping us achieve our educational goals.