The GoFundMe fundraiser for mom went live about 24 hours ago. Mom and I had a lot of mixed feelings about the idea of fundraising. It’s not easy to ask for help. And, perhaps even more so, asking for help for my solidly middle-class parents.
In September of last year my mom reached the point where she was too sick to continue working. She applied for Social Security soon after, but wouldn’t receive her first payment until March of this year. My dad is a commission salesman and only gets paid once a month.
They have some savings set aside but chronic illness in a now single income family adds up. Quickly. Even with insurance.
My mother said this today on Facebook:
What little money they have set aside will be gone quickly, and though I know my father would drain his retirement account and never regret it, he’s going to need something to live off of after she’s gone. My parents should be enjoying what is likely their last few years together, not worrying about how to pay their bills.
When I setup the fundraiser I knew it was something I needed to do to keep my parents from being swallowed by medical debt in the coming years as my mother’s illness progresses. What I didn’t anticipate was how it would feel to see those first few donations come in. I cried.
These people care enough about me, my mom, and my family to give their hard-earned money away, and “thank you” just doesn’t seem adequate.
I don’t know that there are words in existence to explain our gratitude.