Please help my with my Moms medical

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Can you please help my family? 

My mother unfortunately died. 
I originally started this to help my family when my mother was alive. 
So, I am keeping the original stary up and will just continue to provide updates.

My family has always given to others and never asked for anything in return. 
They opened their home and hearts to Soldiers on leave from Vietnam, and repeatedly opened their home to friends of theirs who were in need to to loos of job, loss of family, divorce and even illness. This is why I am asking that others open their hearts to now help my family. 
My father is still trying to pay off the bills from my mothers hospitalization, her move to the long term care facility and her death. 

Any donation is a huge help to my family, thank you for your generosity. 

Here is the original story: 

My family needs a bit of help, so my father can be close to my mother who has been hospitalized after a major surgery and has been unable to come off the ventilator to breath on her own. 

On Easter my mother was suddenly hit with strong chest pains and was immediately airlifted from Kingman AZ where they live, 200 miles away  to Phoenix AZ, where they could preform this rare emergency surgery. 

My mother had to be moved to a specialized care facility, and unfortunately due to where it was located, Medicare would not cover the cost of moving her, so my father had to take a loan for $5,500 to pay to have her moved, so that he would be able to visit her. 

They have been married for over 50 years and spent almost everyday together, now, they are forced to be separated because medicare doesn't cover the cost of moving her to a specialized care facility close enough for my father to be able to visit. They have never been apart for a longer period of time, each relying upon the love of the other for their well being.  Due to his age, being 75 years old, and the distance involved, there is just no way my father would be able to give my mother the love and support she now needs on a daily basis in order to recover.

I know our American healthcare system leaves more than a lot to be desired, but I also know, that our American spirit doesn't. Our spirit, is the most loving and caring in the world, and one thing is for sure: When we see someone that needs our help, we pull together and give whatever we can to help each other. Well, now my mother and father need our help. I know that with a small contribution from many good Americans like you we can help keep my parents close so that their love will survive this, it's very darkest hour, and help heal my mother so that they may spend many more loving years together.


THANK YOU for your help with this. 




These are the details of her condition:

My mother who has COPD, suffered from a Morgagni Hernia, After the surgery she was unable to come off the ventilator to breath on her own, so she has a tracheostomy and will be kept on a ventilator. Due to being dependent on the ventilator and the other health issues, my mother has been moved to a specialized care facility that can help manage her breathing and take care of the tracheostomy and where she will also receive dialysis.

Today, she was also found to have pneumonia, so it looks like she has a long road ahead for her recovery. 

She is now having to stay in a specialized care facility in Las Vegas, where she will receive help in learning to breath on her own again, and will also be receiving dialysis every 2 days, due to her kidney’s not working properly. 

On a side note, my mother has been recovering from a stroke she suffered 2 months ago. 

So, as you can imagine, my parents have been going through a lot as of late, and I hope

that this will help ease his stress, so that he can focus on helping my mother to recover 

as quickly as possible.




This money will help so my father can pay for the move to the facility of $5,500 that medicare refused to cover, and will also help him with various travel expenses for the next few months so my father can visit my mother as often as possible while my mother is recovering. 

My father is under massive amounts of stress due to all of this, and never having been without my mother for more than 2 days at a time when he would go fishing for more than 50 years. 

To top it off, if my mother ends up being in the clinic for more than 100 days, Medicare will no longer pay for the facility, and my father will have to pay out of pocket for her care at this specialized care center. Due to this, I would like to be able to help my father pay for moving her, so that he doesn't have that added stress. 


One of the main things that aid in recovery from a major illness is wellbeing, and relief from stress, and for my parents to be able to be together more often, this will help. 


Again, thank you all for your help on this.
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I grew up in a TINY house in Seattle.
it was less than 500 sq. feet.

2 bedrooms on the main floor, an attic and a full basement.

From the day my parents moved into this house, this house would be a safe haven
and home for many different people during my growing up in the 70’s and 80’s.



When I was about 1 years old, my parents lived in Seattle, their neighbours
were getting ready to move to California, they had a man living with them, his name was Arthur Sidney Rich. WE called him Art.

I called him Uncle Art.

He worked at Salvation Army, driving one of the big blue trucks
picking up donated items from peoples homes and donation drop offs.

Anyway, when my our neighbours moved, they asked if Art could stay with us until he got on his feet.

He lived with us for I believe it was 5 years, and became part of the family.

He never paid rent, and my parents never asked him to, they loved him like family.

After he moved out, few years later he had a major stroke,
we stayed with him at the hospital and when he was released he came back to live with us.

He lost use of his left side and was unable to talk.
We all still communicated just fine.

He was part of the family until he died in 1989.


When I was in kindergarten I met a girl named Kathy Weise, she and I became
best friends, and through our friendship our parents also became best friends.

My mom hung out with her mom Donna, and my dad hung out with her dad Steve.

One day there was a knock at our front door, my dad opened the door it was Steve, Kathy’s dad. When Steve was at work that day, his wife Donna emptied the house and took the kids.

She had just up and left him.

My dad asked where he was going to stay, he said he didn’t know yet… My dad said,
“Yes you do, you will stay with us until you get back on your feet.”

Steve stayed with us for a few months until he could get back on his feet.

My dad and Steve were best friends until Steve died about 8 years ago.

My dad worked for years at ADT, he was an electrician and did alarm installations.

He would eventually have to quit working and go on disability due to a major injury where he broke his back in 2 places.


When I was about 4 years old, my mom found out that my uncle was gay, he was just 12 years older than me.

He was 16 years old.

My mom found out that my grandmother and her new husband in Arizona had been trying to BEAT
the Gay out of my Uncle, and that she was constantly putting him into mental institutions.

my mom said…
ENOUGH, she told my grandmother to send him to Seattle where he would live with us
until he was an adult, and was able to get on his feet.

He lived with us until he was 19, and then again in his 20’s
and again in his 30’s… he died in 1992, due to complications from HIV/AIDS


When my father was working for ADT, he met a guy named Wayne,
Wayne and my dad became close friends and our families used to hang out
every single weekend. His wife Diane and his 2 sons, Brian and Scott.

One day, Wayne calls and says he would like to stop by… His wife
had kicked him out of the house.

Yep… you guessed it, my dad said, “Wayne, you will stay with us until you get back on your feet."

He stayed with us for a few months.
My dad and Wayne are still close friends to this day.

When I was about 4 years old, my aunt Rene called and said her husband was beating her, that her 4 year old daughter Theresa and her needed to get out of Missouri.

My dad sent her a bus ticket and she stayed with us for a few months until
she met one of the Sailors I was talking about in a prior post, his name was Mike,
he was one of the Sailors from Vietnam my parents met at a bar one night, they all became
good friends.

Rene married Mike, shortly after she and Theresa came to Seattle.

When Stan was 19 years old, he met 2 Gay friends, Chuck and Gary.. their parents
had kicked them out of the house for being gay, which is quite common.
As you may have guessed, my parents said, “Hey, we will make room, come live with us.”

They lived with us for about a year. They stayed in the attic.

6 months into that year, they met a 16 year old runaway, her name was Debbie.
She also came to live with us for the remainder of that year, for about 6 months.

Funny side story:

When Art had his stroke, it just so happened my father was in the hospital.
My dad was at work on a call one day, he was on a ladder 20 feet up, the top rung broke
he fell 20 feet down…. He broke his back in 2 places.

So, when Art came to live with us after that stroke, my dad was also convalescing.
My dad on a hospital bed in the small living room, my uncle Art in a bedroom
upstairs.

My mom received a call one night at 2:00 AM… my uncle had been hit by a car,
a hit and run.
Stan was in the hospital, where he would stay for about 2 months,
his arm and shoulder shattered, his leg broken in multiple places.
His face had been partly torn off in the accident.

My mom spent everyday at the hospital that she could… my father laid up with a broken back
and Art still recovering from that stroke.

When Stan was released from the hospital with half his body in a cast, he too came to convalesce at our house,
he would have a hospital bed in the bedroom next to Art.

So, yes, while my father was recovering from a broken back in a bed in the
living room, Art was recovering in one of the bedrooms, and Stan was in the other bedroom.

In case you are wondering, at that time, my bedroom was in the basement.

So, anyway… this is just some of the things my parents have done to help others
and why I am trying so hard to raise money to help my dad.


As you can see, my mom and dad were always generous with their time, money
and their home.

I could easily tell 10 more stories like the ones above of how my parents opened their hearts and their home to family and strangers alike.

My family helped many friends of mine when I was in high school, they helped friends of friends.

They payed it forward like I have never seen anybody else in my lifetime.

My family always opened their hearts and their home to anybody who was in need.


I hope you all enjoy getting to know my parents.
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I want you all to know, who I grew up with, and the kinds of people my parents were when I was growing up.


I grew up in a TINY house in Seattle.
500 sq. feet.
2 bedrooms on the main floor, an attic and a full basement.

From the day my parents moved into this house, this house would be a safe haven
and home for many different people during my growing up in the 70’s and 80’s.



When I was about 1 years old, my parents lived in Seattle, their neighbours
were getting ready to move to California, they had a man living with them, his name was Arthur Sidney Rich. WE called him Art.

I called him Uncle Art.

He worked at Salvation Army, driving one of the big blue trucks
picking up donated items from peoples homes and donation drop offs.

Anyway, when my our neighbours moved, they asked if Art could stay with us until he got on his feet.

He lived with us for I believe it was 5 years, and became part of the family.

He never paid rent, and my parents never asked him to, they loved him like family.

After he moved out, few years later he had a major stroke,
we stayed with him at the hospital and when he was released he came back to live with us.

He lost use of his left side and was unable to talk.
We all still communicated just fine.

He was part of the family until he died in 1989.


When I was in kindergarten I met a girl named Kathy Weise, she and I became
best friends, and through our friendship our parents also became best friends.

My mom hung out with her mom Donna, and my dad hung out with her dad Steve.

One day there was a knock at our front door, my dad opened the door it was Steve, Kathy’s dad. When Steve was at work that day, his wife Donna emptied the house and took the kids.

She had just up and left him.

My dad asked where he was going to stay, he said he didn’t know yet… My dad said,
“Yes you do, you will stay with us until you get back on your feet.”

Steve stayed with us for a few months until he could get back on his feet.

My dad and Steve were best friends until Steve died about 8 years ago.

My dad worked for years at ADT, he was an electrician and did alarm installations.

He would eventually have to quit working and go on disability due to a major injury where he broke his back in 2 places.


When I was about 4 years old, my mom found out that my uncle was gay, he was just 12 years older than me.

He was 16 years old.

My mom found out that my grandmother and her new husband in Arizona had been trying to BEAT
the Gay out of my Uncle, and that she was constantly putting him into mental institutions.

my mom said…
ENOUGH, she told my grandmother to send him to Seattle where he would live with us
until he was an adult, and was able to get on his feet.

He lived with us until he was 19, and then again in his 20’s
and again in his 30’s… he died in 1992, due to complications from HIV/AIDS


When my father was working for ADT, he met a guy named Wayne,
Wayne and my dad became close friends and our families used to hang out
every single weekend. His wife Diane and his 2 sons, Brian and Scott.

One day, Wayne calls and says he would like to stop by… His wife
had kicked him out of the house.

Yep… you guessed it, my dad said, “Wayne, you will stay with us until you get back on your feet."

He stayed with us for a few months.
My dad and Wayne are still close friends to this day.

When I was about 4 years old, my aunt Rene called and said her husband was beating her, that her 4 year old daughter Theresa and her needed to get out of Missouri.

My dad sent her a bus ticket and she stayed with us for a few months until
she met one of the Sailors I was talking about in a prior post, his name was Mike,
he was one of the Sailors from Vietnam my parents met at a bar one night, they all became
good friends.

Rene married Mike, shortly after she and Theresa came to Seattle.

When Stan was 19 years old, he met 2 Gay friends, Chuck and Gary.. their parents
had kicked them out of the house for being gay, which is quite common.
As you may have guessed, my parents said, “Hey, we will make room, come live with us.”

They lived with us for about a year. They stayed in the attic.

6 months into that year, they met a 16 year old runaway, her name was Debbie.
She also came to live with us for the remainder of that year, for about 6 months.

Funny side story:

When Art had his stroke, it just so happened my father was in the hospital.
My dad was at work on a call one day, he was on a ladder 20 feet up, the top rung broke
he fell 20 feet down…. He broke his back in 2 places.

So, when Art came to live with us after that stroke, my dad was also convalescing.
My dad on a hospital bed in the small living room, my uncle Art in a bedroom
upstairs.

My mom received a call one night at 2:00 AM… my uncle had been hit by a car,
a hit and run.
Stan was in the hospital, where he would stay for about 2 months,
his arm and shoulder shattered, his leg broken in multiple places.
His face had been partly torn off in the accident.

My mom spent everyday at the hospital that she could… my father laid up with a broken back
and Art still recovering from that stroke.

When Stan was released from the hospital with half his body in a cast, he too came to convalesce at our house,
he would have a hospital bed in the bedroom next to Art.

So, yes, while my father was recovering from a broken back in a bed in the
living room, Art was recovering in one of the bedrooms, and Stan was in the other bedroom.

In case you are wondering, at that time, my bedroom was in the basement.

So, anyway… this is just some of the things my parents have done to help others
and why I am trying so hard to raise money to help my dad.


As you can see, my mom and dad were always generous with their time, money
and their home.

I could easily tell 10 more stories like the ones above of how my parents opened their hearts and their home to family and strangers alike.

They payed it forward like I have never seen anybody else in my lifetime.

I hope you all enjoy getting to know my parents.
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I’m so sorry, it’s been a long time since I updated this page.
Simply looking at this page reduces me to tears, and reminds me of when
my mom went into the hospital that Easter weekend last year.
At the time, I had hoped she would pull through and come home,
that was not to be, she died 52 days after initial being taken to the
hospital for what should have been a somewhat routine surgery.

I miss my mom so much, I miss her laugh, I miss her jokes, I miss her smile, I literally miss everything about her.
Losing my mom has been the most difficult thing I have ever gone through, it has hurt me deeply, and changed me as a person.

Being that I live in Sweden, I’m not able to see my dad very often. I try to come out as often as I can, but that is not easy.
I’m visiting my dad right now, and will be going back to Sweden in about 10 days.
My dad is not doing too well, he is still paying off some of the residual
bills from my mothers hospital stay and move, which is a constant reminder of how her life ended, and how he lost, literally.. the LOVE of his life.
He now is left alone in the small town they moved to 16 years ago,
and is totally alone.
When they loved in Seattle, they had so many friends, their house was always filled with laughter of friends stopping by to say hello, but once they moved to the small town in Arizona, they didn’t know anybody, and all they had was one another. I would often get calls in Sweden, my parents so upset and depressed that they were not in Seattle, but at least they had each other, and they spent every single day together. My mom taking care of my dad, and my dad taking care of my mom, that is what they lived for.
Now that my mom is gone, my dad is left in this small town, totally alone.
I know I keep repeating that he is alone, but.. that is the part that is so heartbreaking to me. He has always been such a good and generous person, and to have him sitting lone in their house, is almost too much for me to take.

When my mom died, my dad and I came back to the house, there were no visitors, stopping by to pay their respects, no neighbours dropping off plates of food. It was just a deafening silence of loneliness, a silence of loneliness that has only gotten worse as time stretches on.

What I am hopping to do while I am here in the USA, is raise enough money to help my dad get the rest of the bills paid off, so that he is at least
not having to be again and again, reminded of the horrible way my mom died.

If I can just raise a few more thousand dollars, that will help get that
taken care of so my dad doesn’t have to face those bills anymore,
and he can try to start moving forward with his life again, how he will
do that, I have no idea.
I guess it is just one baby step at a time, and getting this taken care of will help with new step to help him move forward.

I want to thank you all for the help and support you have all provided, your generosity has been so inspiring, and my family greatly appreciates it.

Just a reminder, even small donations are a huge help and add up quickly,
and even if you are unable to donate, even sharing this page is a huge help.

Again, thank you all so much.
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I am sorry I have not posted an update in so long.. I want to thank you all, once again for all your prayers and generosity when my mother was sick, your prayers and donations were so helpful in my families time of need, I can never thank you all enough.

Unfortunately, my mom died.

On May 31st 2017, we took her off life support, and she died 10 minutes later, surrounded by her family, my dad, my sister and myself.

Since that day, my father has not been the same, and it is so hard because I can’t be there for him. I am here in Sweden over 5,000 miles away. I always feel so helpless… he is so alone, and alone for the first time in his life. I try to call him as much as I can.. but, I wish I could do much more.

15 years ago, my parents sold the house I grew up in, in Seattle and they moved to Arizona. They had no friends there, but… they had each other.

Now that my mother is gone, my fathers wife, his EVERYTHING, he is alone.
When I say alone, I mean… ALONE.
He has no friends in Arizona, and is literally, alone in the most heartbreaking way imaginable.

His heart is so broken, that I wonder how long he can last.
This last Thanksgiving, my daughter and I went and spent the holiday with him, it was so nice to spend Thanksgiving with him, but again… it was heartbreaking, because we would leave, and he would again be alone.

My mothers hospital stays were expensive, and my father having to pay to move her was far more than anybody should have to pay, over $5,000, plus there were other hospital bills, that were only covered partly, due to Medicare rules and how much they cover for hospital stays in a 90 day period.… I raised a lot of money to help him, but, it was not enough, which leads me to my update.
He is still receiving bills, and that is so upsetting to him, and just a constant reminder of the hell he lived through last year, when he lost his soul mate, the love of his life.

I want to try to raise enough money to help my father take carte of those bills, once and for all. Now that his income has been cut, since my mothers Social Security is no longer coming in… in fact they took that the month she died.
I want to help him, so he doesn’t have to be reminded on a monthly basis of such a horrible time of his life.

As I sit here in Sweden, I feels so helpless and unable to do much, so I thought I would try again at raising enough money to help him further with those leftover bills.

The pain of losing my mom, has at times been too much to bear, and it has left a mom shaped hole in my heart. The worry over how my father is doing, is also hurtful to me, I want to be able to elevate some of his suffering, even if it is only the financial part of it.

February is going to be a very tough month for my dad, their anniversary of when they met is in February and so is their wedding anniversary.
This will be the hardest month yet for him, so I ask, that if you all can help me raise enough money to finally pay off those bills, to help my father, and my family, I would be so forever grateful.

Again, I can't thank you all enough, for your warmth and generosity.


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