Yeng's Covid-19 Battle & Grandma's Memorial
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Today, on behalf of my late grandma and my ill brother I decided to create a gofundme to help alleviate the financial burden from my family. They are already struggling financially from losing their jobs from the pandemic and now out on leave due to covid-19. Every little contribution will be made towards my late grandma's funeral and my brother's medical expense. I decided to just do one account instead of having to do two gofundme. Please read and kindly share this to help out. Thank you kindly from the bottom of my family's heart and I.
On Jan. 12th, 2021, my mom called to tell me both my father and her were positive for covid-19. Unfortunately, all my siblings lived at home as well. Shocked with the news of both my parents tested positive, quickly my siblings got tested. With no luck, everyone tested positive with covid-19. One week later, everyone was struggling with with the classic symptoms of coughing, feeling feverish and along with the rest of the symptoms.
On Jan. 21st. 2021, I woke up hearing a buzz from my phone. At 6:57am sharp, my mom left me two voice message urgently to call her back in regards of my brother and grandma. Her was voice filled with agony and pain notifying me both my brother and grandma were hospitalized. My brother was taken to Mercy hospital, Unity campus and my grandma was taken to United hospital.
My brother's tragedy began around 4am on Jan. 21st. My second oldest sister noticed his odd behavior through the thin wall between their room. She heard his frustration and distraught, she decided to go check on him. When she did she saw how restless he was, and asked what's going on and why is he behaving the way he was. He replied in pain, "I can't breathe!". He gave away a look that my sister never seen before and that was fear. She saw how scared he was, so she woke up all my siblings to ask for second opinion. Shortly after, they were banging on my parent's bedroom door out in distress. My parent's woke up asking what's the commotion was about and to find out their only son is have shortness of breath. My oldest sister recalled, how cyanotic his colors were. His lips were quivering blue and his neck was a dusky blue color hovering over the kitchen island in fear. My parents were scared, unsure and debating if he should go to the hospital.
Next thing, a couple of bangs on their front door. Turns out, my sisters' took the initiative to call the 911. The paramedics showed up and assessed my brother's condition. My mother pleaded that if he's doing okay, she wanted him to stay home due to her fear of people with covid never comes home and passes away instead. The paramedic said he's got to go to the hospital. My brother's oxygen saturation was sitting between 80 to 82. This is where he will spend his next two weeks of battling covid in the hospital for his life.
That same morning, my mom made the same decision to send my grandma to the hospital. Uncertain if she had covid or not, but with lack of appetite and my father (who's her PCA) being unable to care for her they decided to have her taken to hospital to get the cares she needed. Turns out, my grandma tested positive for covid as well.
Meanwhile at Unity campus, My brother started off on 6 liters of oxygen and was exhausted due to sleep deprivation and lack of oxygen. He was telling me he was doing okay, but I can tell by his shaky voice, he was petrified of the unknown. Next thing, he was declining needing more oxygen support. They bumped him to 13 litres of hi-flow oxygen. He just was not pulling through, he became super lethargic and ended up on Bi-Pap 100%.
The next day Jan. 22nd, 2021, he was still very weak and couldn't even open his eyes, he texted me telling me that they might transfer him to the ICU. Before you knew it, he got transferred to the ICU (Intensive Care Unit) due to needing closer monitoring on him. He was on so much meds, and was so weak I remembered him texting me a picture of him. I just broke down in tears seeing how how much he is suffering. He needed IV bolus to keep his pressure's up. It was frightening, not know what could be next. The doctor and nurses were telling us, if he doesn't pull through they will intubate him. I prayed, my family prayed and everyone prayed so hard for him. He fought and fought so hard. Thankfully, they decided not to intubate him and just monitor him to see if they can just ween him from the the bi-pap. This was tough for my family and I because we couldn't go see him due to Covid-19 isolation.
While my brother's stay at Unity was tough, unknowing what to come next. My grandma was at United isolated in her room also on oxygen. The doctors told my mom that the outcome for my grandma is hard to say due to other pre-existing health conditions. My grandma always had a weak heart, but she was so strong and never showed how weak she was. It broke my mother to tears, when she heard my grandma already given consent to put her code status as DNR (do not resuscitate). This was my grandma's wish and there was nothing more we could do for her except try to comfort her from a distance. Although also on oxygen, she didn't seem to be as sick as my brother. She was still coherent, talking, and walking. My mom zoomed with her daily.
On Jan. 31st, 2021, I received a message from my mom at 1:33pm that my grandma passed away. I was still trying to process what I just heard. In disbelief, I decided to call my mom and that's where I started to tear and cried my eyes out. She unfolded the tragic event of my grandma. The doctor called my parents early in the morning to hurry to the hospital, she wasn't going to make it. My parents rushed to the hospital, but unfamiliar with the campus it took them about awhile to get there. When they arrived to the floor in tears, the nurses quickly gowned my parents. As they walked in, there she layed peacefully. My mom described her, she looked like she was still sleeping with her eyes closed, under the sheets.
Four days later... Feb. 4th, 2021, My brother's doctor allowed him to be discharge on 5 litres of oxygen. Because he proved that he was strong enough to get better. He is still recovering on a oxygen therapy program, where a NP will follow up with him along with a homecare nurse visiting him on a daily to weekly basis. He still have a long road ahead of him. But with every support we are here to help get through his journey to recovery. Please keep praying for him and my family.
Thank you for reading this long post. Please continue to help contribute anything you can as well share this. Bless everyone's kind heart and soul.
"May these dark times be washed away with warm rays of light." -SM
On Jan. 12th, 2021, my mom called to tell me both my father and her were positive for covid-19. Unfortunately, all my siblings lived at home as well. Shocked with the news of both my parents tested positive, quickly my siblings got tested. With no luck, everyone tested positive with covid-19. One week later, everyone was struggling with with the classic symptoms of coughing, feeling feverish and along with the rest of the symptoms.
On Jan. 21st. 2021, I woke up hearing a buzz from my phone. At 6:57am sharp, my mom left me two voice message urgently to call her back in regards of my brother and grandma. Her was voice filled with agony and pain notifying me both my brother and grandma were hospitalized. My brother was taken to Mercy hospital, Unity campus and my grandma was taken to United hospital.
My brother's tragedy began around 4am on Jan. 21st. My second oldest sister noticed his odd behavior through the thin wall between their room. She heard his frustration and distraught, she decided to go check on him. When she did she saw how restless he was, and asked what's going on and why is he behaving the way he was. He replied in pain, "I can't breathe!". He gave away a look that my sister never seen before and that was fear. She saw how scared he was, so she woke up all my siblings to ask for second opinion. Shortly after, they were banging on my parent's bedroom door out in distress. My parent's woke up asking what's the commotion was about and to find out their only son is have shortness of breath. My oldest sister recalled, how cyanotic his colors were. His lips were quivering blue and his neck was a dusky blue color hovering over the kitchen island in fear. My parents were scared, unsure and debating if he should go to the hospital.
Next thing, a couple of bangs on their front door. Turns out, my sisters' took the initiative to call the 911. The paramedics showed up and assessed my brother's condition. My mother pleaded that if he's doing okay, she wanted him to stay home due to her fear of people with covid never comes home and passes away instead. The paramedic said he's got to go to the hospital. My brother's oxygen saturation was sitting between 80 to 82. This is where he will spend his next two weeks of battling covid in the hospital for his life.
That same morning, my mom made the same decision to send my grandma to the hospital. Uncertain if she had covid or not, but with lack of appetite and my father (who's her PCA) being unable to care for her they decided to have her taken to hospital to get the cares she needed. Turns out, my grandma tested positive for covid as well.
Meanwhile at Unity campus, My brother started off on 6 liters of oxygen and was exhausted due to sleep deprivation and lack of oxygen. He was telling me he was doing okay, but I can tell by his shaky voice, he was petrified of the unknown. Next thing, he was declining needing more oxygen support. They bumped him to 13 litres of hi-flow oxygen. He just was not pulling through, he became super lethargic and ended up on Bi-Pap 100%.
The next day Jan. 22nd, 2021, he was still very weak and couldn't even open his eyes, he texted me telling me that they might transfer him to the ICU. Before you knew it, he got transferred to the ICU (Intensive Care Unit) due to needing closer monitoring on him. He was on so much meds, and was so weak I remembered him texting me a picture of him. I just broke down in tears seeing how how much he is suffering. He needed IV bolus to keep his pressure's up. It was frightening, not know what could be next. The doctor and nurses were telling us, if he doesn't pull through they will intubate him. I prayed, my family prayed and everyone prayed so hard for him. He fought and fought so hard. Thankfully, they decided not to intubate him and just monitor him to see if they can just ween him from the the bi-pap. This was tough for my family and I because we couldn't go see him due to Covid-19 isolation.
While my brother's stay at Unity was tough, unknowing what to come next. My grandma was at United isolated in her room also on oxygen. The doctors told my mom that the outcome for my grandma is hard to say due to other pre-existing health conditions. My grandma always had a weak heart, but she was so strong and never showed how weak she was. It broke my mother to tears, when she heard my grandma already given consent to put her code status as DNR (do not resuscitate). This was my grandma's wish and there was nothing more we could do for her except try to comfort her from a distance. Although also on oxygen, she didn't seem to be as sick as my brother. She was still coherent, talking, and walking. My mom zoomed with her daily.
On Jan. 31st, 2021, I received a message from my mom at 1:33pm that my grandma passed away. I was still trying to process what I just heard. In disbelief, I decided to call my mom and that's where I started to tear and cried my eyes out. She unfolded the tragic event of my grandma. The doctor called my parents early in the morning to hurry to the hospital, she wasn't going to make it. My parents rushed to the hospital, but unfamiliar with the campus it took them about awhile to get there. When they arrived to the floor in tears, the nurses quickly gowned my parents. As they walked in, there she layed peacefully. My mom described her, she looked like she was still sleeping with her eyes closed, under the sheets.
Four days later... Feb. 4th, 2021, My brother's doctor allowed him to be discharge on 5 litres of oxygen. Because he proved that he was strong enough to get better. He is still recovering on a oxygen therapy program, where a NP will follow up with him along with a homecare nurse visiting him on a daily to weekly basis. He still have a long road ahead of him. But with every support we are here to help get through his journey to recovery. Please keep praying for him and my family.
Thank you for reading this long post. Please continue to help contribute anything you can as well share this. Bless everyone's kind heart and soul.
"May these dark times be washed away with warm rays of light." -SM
Organizer
Shirly Moua
Organizer
Minneapolis, MN