Support Alicia’s Funeral and Memorial Expenses

Hello! My name is Magnolia Murcia. My mother is Alicia Mauricio, and she is the woman I would like to take care of ‘till the very end of her life, as how she has given me the world as much as she could by the little that we had.

Medial History:

Alicia is 69 years old, with type 3 cancer, carcinoma. The problems started back in February 2024, we considered what was going on with just her left leg swelling to be nothing. We did go to multiple doctors for all of them to give us different answers, but everything they all said was wrong. By the end of March, she started feeling pain. In April is when they announced that she has cancer. There was various times she got admitted into the hospital that we were almost calling John Hopkins hospital our home. She had one session of chemotherapy, and due to the chemo, she took a major fall. She could not handle chemotherapy, leaving the oncology doctor saying she could no longer handle chemo; the chemo could kill her faster than what the cancer would. And due to the fall, that is when my mom became weaker. In July, oncology doctor stated that she may only have one to two months to live. I am lucky to say it has been more than what the doctor said. But now at this point of time, the cancer first started as approx 7cm, now it is about 11cm. Causing more pain, and decline in her health. Each day, I am sad to say I can see my mother drifting away from the person she was. I would still like to say I hope I have her longer still, but unfortunately, preparing for the worse.

A Little History about Alicia:

My mother is from El Salvador, raised in a poor family. When the Civil War happened in El Salvador, my mother was kind of lucky to be able to come to the United States on December of 1977. She would always tell me how she remembers Gerald Ford finishing his term for Jimmy Carter. I say kind of lucky because it was hard at first, my mother would mention how she was able to come to the USA with a family that she had to work for, but that family was not nice to her. She was looked down upon. I don’t know how she was able to get away from working for that family, or what happened. But everything she mentioned about that time sounds like she was suffering. She was working hard, expecting to go back to El Salvador with my grandparents and her five siblings.

In the 1980s, my mom bought a house! Somewhere around that time or probably 1990 is when she met my father. Five years later, I was born. Unexpectedly, she said, she thought she was not able to have kids. She was 39 years old when she had me.

And somewhere around the 1990s, she became a permanent resident.

My parents never married, but they did separate in 2012, which was hard for my mom and I. But that left my mother to be a single mother with an angsty, kinda rebel teenager. (Me, of course.) I look back at those times that I did give my mom a hard time and I regret it, but I was depressed with the separation. She mentioned how she would cry driving to work and/or home with everything that happened, too. She didn’t tell me in the moment when everything was going on, but we were both hurt. Thus, making us closer.

2020, the pandemic happened and we were stuck together. The best thing that happened to us because as she would watch her TV shows, I was playing on my Switch or doing my own thing in the living room with her until 3am or so, then we would go to sleep to repeat. We had other projects to do, cleaning, and one time actually getting COVID together as well.

Due to the pandemic, my mom lost her jobs also. She would only work once a week, but that was not much since she still had expenses. I started working full time, so I could ease her stress, although I know she was still stressed about money.

Due to the money I received from unemployment, in 2021, I forced my mom to become a US citizen. She was nervous and did not think she would pass, but she did it! August 2021, she was naturalized.

I’m sure I can state other achievements my mom has done of her status. Her occupation was cleaning houses, and it’s admirable how much she’s done for herself and for me with everything she had and everything she did. I can go on about my mother because I love her.

I know this is a long read, and I don’t expect everyone to read it. No matter what, I am grateful everyone who visits this site/GoFundMe, and even more with the little and a lot that is given to us.

Thank you,

M.M.