Help by listening to my mom’s story then please share it

H! My name is Ava, but I go by Jules and I would like to share with you my mom’s story.

My mom was never someone who asked people for help. When it came time for her to leave my dad because she wanted a better life for my brother and I she learned how to drive a semi so she could take care of us because she knew she couldn’t count on him for support.

She loved driving a truck. I was raised in the truck going all over the country and Canada while going to school online. She was good at it too. She took care of my brother and I and others, never asking for help. On March 5, 2019, our lives changed forever. She was trying to dolly down her trailer and the landing gear hit her in the forehead throwing her back 15 ft into another trailer which the back of her head hit then she fell to the ground where she hit the side of her head. Mom was really different after that. She would get lost if she left the house, forget she turned the stove on or whether she was doing, things we all take for granted, began passing out when she tried to exert any amount of energy (prior to the accident she had run 10Ks), She didn’t recognize anyone or remember things. She couldn’t write, and what once was a pretty chill person had become angry and couldn’t control her emotions. She fought hard to be herself, but she wasn’t. None of us knew for a while how hard things were for her and how badly she was hurt.

We moved to Ohio so mom could get treatment at the Cleveland Clinic to help her get brain and heart to communicate with each other. That was right at the beginning of Covid. Mom did what mom does, she took care of people. When Cleveland Clinic did everything, they could to get her heart and brain to communicate properly, we moved to Georgia so she could go to Emory for her seizures and Shepherd’s for brain swelling and cognitive behavioral therapy to help her learn to function better. Mom has about a 2-week memory so I’m her memory if it involves anything that happened between August 2018 and now.

In Georgia a really bad man convinced mom he was dying of cancer and took advantage of her both emotionally and financially. I’ve been taking care of mom since her accident (I was 9 and I’m now 15), as well as my brother, who is severely low functioning autistic. The real bad man hurt my brother too.

The doctors said we can go home to Kentucky now. I miss Kentucky and my friends there. My brother does too. I know my mom does. In Kentucky, I have family and friends and I could be a kid again because there would be help caring for mom and my brother. But we need your help getting home. Can you help us get home so I can be a kid?

Your donations would be used to help get us moved into a place of our own back with in Kentucky. I think you should help us because, though my mom will never tell you, she is always helping people. All those people she helped during Covid, when she was over the road, she never asked for help. Now that she needs help all of the people she helped have disappeared. My mom is a good person and something bad happened to her and the only person that is there for her is a 15 yr old and her friend Jennifer out of all the people she’s helped. That’s not right.