Save Wonderful Being
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She is my mother. Her name is Evangeline but likes to be called Jelly. I remember her as a tough woman who was able to endure any pain, and would do anything for her family and friends before she fell ill. She provided us with everything that she could while my father gave way for her career and opted to be a houseband for so many years.
She was a good leader to her members and never failed to instill moral values in me while I was growing up, despite having too many roles to play. I look up to her as she managed her time so well. She has a generous heart and taught me to have one too. It was her who taught me that I have to respect people in order to earn respect back. That no profession is too low or too high. "So what if he is a cleaner, he might be the best cleaner in the world!", she used to say. During yuletide seasons, I saw her packing presents for their company's housekeeping team too and not only for her colleagues. I remember, one of their janitors came knocking at our door one midnight because he needed to rush his sick daughter to the hospital and she daintily extended financial help right away. She helped save a life.
She would stop on her way to work whenever she saw homeless people and gave them food, which she's supposed to bring to work. She would read me stories about how to deal with life and be independent, even if she's tired from work. With my father's help, he would compensate my mom's missed times to doll me up to school, which I think was cute although unusual.
She never stopped sharing what she has and she's been blessed more. She taught me to be God-fearing and shaped my strong faith. She risked her own life when she gave birth to me, even if she knew that it would harm her heart but then we survived. So many wonderful things that would just remain memories, if I don't act on her current situation quickly.
In May, she suffered from mild stroke, the same cause my father succumbed to in 2010. Leaving me with great responsibility since I'm an only child. No siblings to ask help from and shoulders to cry on but I'm blessed with friends who prayed for me and helped me despite their distance. Teaching English online was my primary source of income and had to leave because no one would watch over my sick mom, whose left part of the body got paralyzed that time.
I thought her faith got shaky until she saw me by her bed, crying. I reminded her how she taught me how to be faithful. Whatever anxiety she has, she must submit and surrender it to the Lord. My efforts to provide won't even come close to what she did for our family. I reminded her about God who all along been guiding and blessing us despite the odds. I asked her not to give up just yet because we still have lots of places to travel, "together". Until after one week, she recovered. Same time that I was hired as Marketing Officer at a local group of companies.
After several months, another illness surfaced. The once benign lumps found in her ovaries due to myoma have become malignant. She's been taking medication for it but it has become severe. The lumps have progressed rapidly that caused her bleeding. She never complained about her illnesses but it's quite different this time. She regularly whines about how painful her lower abdomen is. She got admitted to several government hospitals and looking at the possibility to undergo total hysterectomy but she was never cleared due to her recent stroke. They also found that she has angina pectoris, a condition of the heart, hyperthyroidism and diabetes. She needs to regain her strength, which her body lost due to complications in order to undergo surgery.
Last month, I needed to make a tough decision between leaving the job I dearly loved and solely taking care of my mom. I opted the latter. To look for a job you love is a piece of cake but to keep a person breathing was never an easy thing. I would usually pray if it's possible to take all of her illnesses and let it be transferred to me instead. I would usually not ask for financial help from others because of pride but I guess that should be swallowed for a mother you don't want to give up on. The life she gave me is more than enough of what she deserves.
I don't mind begging from random people who have the most generous hearts to help a wonderful woman who once taught optimism and faith to live longer. I don't mind begging, if that would mean bringing her sweet smile back so she'd be able to help others again. People would express sympathy by telling me how brave I am to fight for my mother's life, even if it is risky for her to undergo surgery. I might lose her but who knows through your help, we'd be able to save her. Any donation, no matter how little will help her fight cancer by undergoing radiation and chemotherapy.
To all the daughters (or sons) out there who are in the same ship as mine, please love your mother who brought you into this world. Let's show how grateful we are by sustaining our mothers' lives, even if it would mean our own misery and unhappiness. God bless your most generous and kindest hearts. Let's not give up and keep on believing in God's plans and promises.
Thanks in advance for your help and taking time to read this post.
God bless you...♡ Iris
https://www.gofundme.com/savewonderfulbeing
This link below is for overseas:
https://www.youcaring.com/evangeline-castro-671027
This link below is for overseas:
https://www.youcaring.com/evangeline-castro-671027
She is my mother. Her name is Evangeline but likes to be called Jelly. I remember her as a tough woman who was able to endure any pain, and would do anything for her family and friends before she fell ill. She provided us with everything that she could while my father gave way for her career and opted to be a houseband for so many years.
She was a good leader to her members and never failed to instill moral values in me while I was growing up, despite having too many roles to play. I look up to her as she managed her time so well. She has a generous heart and taught me to have one too. It was her who taught me that I have to respect people in order to earn respect back. That no profession is too low or too high. "So what if he is a cleaner, he might be the best cleaner in the world!", she used to say. During yuletide seasons, I saw her packing presents for their company's housekeeping team too and not only for her colleagues. I remember, one of their janitors came knocking at our door one midnight because he needed to rush his sick daughter to the hospital and she daintily extended financial help right away. She helped save a life.
She would stop on her way to work whenever she saw homeless people and gave them food, which she's supposed to bring to work. She would read me stories about how to deal with life and be independent, even if she's tired from work. With my father's help, he would compensate my mom's missed times to doll me up to school, which I think was cute although unusual.
She never stopped sharing what she has and she's been blessed more. She taught me to be God-fearing and shaped my strong faith. She risked her own life when she gave birth to me, even if she knew that it would harm her heart but then we survived. So many wonderful things that would just remain memories, if I don't act on her current situation quickly.
In May, she suffered from mild stroke, the same cause my father succumbed to in 2010. Leaving me with great responsibility since I'm an only child. No siblings to ask help from and shoulders to cry on but I'm blessed with friends who prayed for me and helped me despite their distance. Teaching English online was my primary source of income and had to leave because no one would watch over my sick mom, whose left part of the body got paralyzed that time.
I thought her faith got shaky until she saw me by her bed, crying. I reminded her how she taught me how to be faithful. Whatever anxiety she has, she must submit and surrender it to the Lord. My efforts to provide won't even come close to what she did for our family. I reminded her about God who all along been guiding and blessing us despite the odds. I asked her not to give up just yet because we still have lots of places to travel, "together". Until after one week, she recovered. Same time that I was hired as Marketing Officer at a local group of companies.
After several months, another illness surfaced. The once benign lumps found in her ovaries due to myoma have become malignant. She's been taking medication for it but it has become severe. The lumps have progressed rapidly that caused her bleeding. She never complained about her illnesses but it's quite different this time. She regularly whines about how painful her lower abdomen is. She got admitted to several government hospitals and looking at the possibility to undergo total hysterectomy but she was never cleared due to her recent stroke. They also found that she has angina pectoris, a condition of the heart, hyperthyroidism and diabetes. She needs to regain her strength, which her body lost due to complications in order to undergo surgery.
Last month, I needed to make a tough decision between leaving the job I dearly loved and solely taking care of my mom. I opted the latter. To look for a job you love is a piece of cake but to keep a person breathing was never an easy thing. I would usually pray if it's possible to take all of her illnesses and let it be transferred to me instead. I would usually not ask for financial help from others because of pride but I guess that should be swallowed for a mother you don't want to give up on. The life she gave me is more than enough of what she deserves.
I don't mind begging from random people who have the most generous hearts to help a wonderful woman who once taught optimism and faith to live longer. I don't mind begging, if that would mean bringing her sweet smile back so she'd be able to help others again. People would express sympathy by telling me how brave I am to fight for my mother's life, even if it is risky for her to undergo surgery. I might lose her but who knows through your help, we'd be able to save her. Any donation, no matter how little will help her fight cancer by undergoing radiation and chemotherapy.
To all the daughters (or sons) out there who are in the same ship as mine, please love your mother who brought you into this world. Let's show how grateful we are by sustaining our mothers' lives, even if it would mean our own misery and unhappiness. God bless your most generous and kindest hearts. Let's not give up and keep on believing in God's plans and promises.
Thanks in advance for your help and taking time to read this post.
God bless you...♡ Iris
https://www.gofundme.com/savewonderfulbeing
This link below is for overseas:
https://www.youcaring.com/evangeline-castro-671027
Organizer
Joy Vela
Organizer
Jacksonville, FL
