this actually grates at me to make, because as much as i dislike to admit it: i have pride. too much of it at times. but i find myself in a position now where my pride doesn’t matter, and where i have to admit i need the help.
anyone who knows me knows that my mother has been very sick for a long time. she has a myriad of illnesses, but the most troubling as of the moment is her liver disease. diagnosed when i was thirteen (i am twenty four now), my mother’s illness has been a slow and steady decline over the years when combined with other issues. she is at the point now where she cannot walk at all and is bed bound. her body is weak, and retains fluid in her stomach that causes swelling and compression on her internal organs, making it difficult for her to breathe.
she’s in the hospital right now, receiving a drain for the fluid while under ICU evaluation. she goes there every month or so for a drain because the fluid builds so quickly. her kidneys are being effected as well.
our financial situation has never been the best. we’ve always been in need of financial assistance. my step-father worked two jobs until just recently, when she was brought home again, in order to help support us all while i stayed home to aid my mother. however, my mother is more than a single person job in terms of assistance, and he filed for unpaid leave from work. we are fortunate that his jobs are understanding, and he can return at any time without losing his position, but this also means his income has completely stopped.
we don’t really have much food in our home, as our funds for the month are already cut, but that isn’t my primary concern. as it stands: we cannot afford gas to reach the hospital, let alone a cab, and the distance is quite a bit to walk. my mother hates hospitals. i just want to be able to see her regularly and talk to her doctors, understand her situation. i want to be able to bring her items she needs to make her stay easier.
i’m not asking for much, or anything at all if you cannot provide it. due to the very nature of these situations, i have people willing to confirm this is not a hoax ( @tranquies being one ) and that my mother is indeed sick. rica is my friend of two years now, and has spoken to my mother both inside and outside of the hospital. she’s been through the wildest parts of this ride with me so far.
even if you cannot offer anything, it means the world that you took the time to read this. thank you, really.