My Mom's Funeral
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My mother passed away on Tuesday May 19, 2015 around 5pm. The Friday before, she fainted and was quickly rushed to the hospital. On that day, May 15th, I was coordinating my school's talent show. I had to leave the program in the hands of my fellow group members. By the time I reached the hospital, they had finished operating surgery on my mother. They broke through her skull to let her brain swell. They stuck a tube inside her brain to drain out the bleeding in her head. They said that, the chances of her surviving was low, but we would have to see if she could wake up.
The next day, my mother's heart almost stopped. They sedated her to calm her body. They told us that any day she could pass. The nuerologist told us that the cause of my mother's condition was an uncommon disease called Moyamoya. The blood vessels going to her brain constricted so there wasn't enough blood flowing to her brain. The event was unpreventable. They told us that if she did survive, she would need a breathing and feeding tube. With that, she would need a 24/7 nurse assistance. The one thing they told us that made me really sad was that everytime she moved, it was a negative sign. Those were signs of brain damage, so she was resonding to the pain. Soon, they decided to take my mother off of the medicine in hopes that she would wake up.
I visted the hospital everyday. The coming Monday, I attended school because I felt that my mother would've wanted that. I left in the middle of the day because my family was called in to have a meeting with the doctors about the condition my mother was in. I wanted to be there. In the meeting, they told us that my mother had severe brain damage on the left side of her brain. The left side of her brain controlled her ability to communicate and to move. They told us that, my mother would not survive. She became worse when they took her off sedation. The machines and medicine were only stalling the natural process of dying. They left us to decide on what to do next. My family, my siblings and father, all agreed to let my mom go. For me, I didn't want my mom to hurt anymore. Soon, we said our goodbyes.
I'm telling this story because my family is in need of money. I am Hmong and my mother's funeral will be a traditional one. A normal funeral costs around $50,000. My mother was the one who worked. My father lost his job, as well as my mother, but she found a new one. My family has also recently moved due to unfortunate circumstances. Before my mother passed, she found a house where they could live in. She was so happy that we could all live together. Now we can't even do that. The expenses for the funeral is too much on my family. I hate that I can't do anything, so I decided to make a fundraiser. I am a senior in high school... now a graduate from Community of Peace Academy. I would love to help my father's burden of paying for the funeral.
I am asking for financial help. Any amount is helpful. All the money donated will be used for my mother's funeral. Every cent counts in this case. I don't expect to actually reach my goal, but really, every cent counts. My mother's funeral will be held through June 26 to June 28. Thank you very much for taking your time to read this.
The next day, my mother's heart almost stopped. They sedated her to calm her body. They told us that any day she could pass. The nuerologist told us that the cause of my mother's condition was an uncommon disease called Moyamoya. The blood vessels going to her brain constricted so there wasn't enough blood flowing to her brain. The event was unpreventable. They told us that if she did survive, she would need a breathing and feeding tube. With that, she would need a 24/7 nurse assistance. The one thing they told us that made me really sad was that everytime she moved, it was a negative sign. Those were signs of brain damage, so she was resonding to the pain. Soon, they decided to take my mother off of the medicine in hopes that she would wake up.
I visted the hospital everyday. The coming Monday, I attended school because I felt that my mother would've wanted that. I left in the middle of the day because my family was called in to have a meeting with the doctors about the condition my mother was in. I wanted to be there. In the meeting, they told us that my mother had severe brain damage on the left side of her brain. The left side of her brain controlled her ability to communicate and to move. They told us that, my mother would not survive. She became worse when they took her off sedation. The machines and medicine were only stalling the natural process of dying. They left us to decide on what to do next. My family, my siblings and father, all agreed to let my mom go. For me, I didn't want my mom to hurt anymore. Soon, we said our goodbyes.
I'm telling this story because my family is in need of money. I am Hmong and my mother's funeral will be a traditional one. A normal funeral costs around $50,000. My mother was the one who worked. My father lost his job, as well as my mother, but she found a new one. My family has also recently moved due to unfortunate circumstances. Before my mother passed, she found a house where they could live in. She was so happy that we could all live together. Now we can't even do that. The expenses for the funeral is too much on my family. I hate that I can't do anything, so I decided to make a fundraiser. I am a senior in high school... now a graduate from Community of Peace Academy. I would love to help my father's burden of paying for the funeral.
I am asking for financial help. Any amount is helpful. All the money donated will be used for my mother's funeral. Every cent counts in this case. I don't expect to actually reach my goal, but really, every cent counts. My mother's funeral will be held through June 26 to June 28. Thank you very much for taking your time to read this.
Organiser and beneficiary
Karen Xiong
Organiser
St. Paul, MN
Maria Vang
Beneficiary