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Ilona Welch's Cancer War Fund

Organized by: Rebecca Welch

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Rebecca Welch via Crowdrise
August 31, 2015

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THE STORY:

My name is Rebecca Lynn Welch, and my mother is fighting off a murderer. It stalks her every moment, silent, single-minded, and with cruel and bloody intent. It is present for every beat of her heart and every breath through her lungs. It is methodical, implacable, and knows neither mercy nor justice, and it exists for one and only one purpose: to end her life. She cannot outrun it, and she cannot out-think it, but she will not bow to it, not while she’s breathing. My mother has stage 3c primary peritoneal cancer, and it's going to be the fight of her life. She may be a Valkyrie, but even Shieldmothers need back-up sometimes. The purpose of this fund is to establish travel funds so that her family can be present to care for and support her as she undergoes the chemotherapy treatments, as well as to help cover her treatments. Even in the delirium following surgery, she’s been figuring out how SHE was going to pay for our travel. It’s so like her, and it’s enough to break your heart. My sisters flew out for the initial surgery, but can only stay a week. The grand kids have school and my other sister has work. I’m hoping to fly out next week as the second wave of support, but I’m a recent college grad with no job yet. This is fantastic because I can be flexible to stay with her as long as she needs me to, but it’s less fantastic when it comes to the airplanes-and-food-cost-money thing. Some of you know us very well, and some of you won’t know us from Adam. Some have never heard our stories, and some can tell them better than we can. If you were ever with us, even briefly, then you know the truth of her so indisputably that all I have to say is that we need you; she needs you. She never asked, and never would, but I’m asking for her because she needs you. We can’t do it alone. To those of you who haven’t had the joy of knowing Mom, but have known my siblings and me; over the years, many of you have expressed to us that we have made a positive impact on your life. Different for each, my sisters and I were there in some way when you needed someone, and it really was our joy to help. But I say to you, in absolute earnest and without exaggeration or artifice, if we have ever been, for you, a source of strength, love, comfort, wisdom, or just good food and a joke; it is because we learned how at our mother’s knee. Though you may not know her personally, you know us, and if you’ve seen us at our best, you’ve seen the truth of her. In this case, we need you as much as she does, because you know us well enough to know that we will break ourselves to help her win this war, and count it a privilege. For those of you that know nothing of us except what a mutual friend in the social network may have added to this request, I have the impossible task of trying to depict the most phenomenal, generous, accepting, courageous, loving, and talented woman I have ever been privileged to know; and I have to do it in a few paragraphs with only my sad and inadequate words for tools. I will fail to even come close, but I have to try. The essential thing you need to know about my mom is that loving people wasn’t a thing she did, it was a thing she WAS. For her, love was a state of being that led to a course of action, not the other way around. I’ve seen my mother answer her door at 3am and take in a homeless boy she’d never met before that night. The kids hanging out on the street corners had told him our house was safe, and it was, even when his dad showed up with a baseball bat. You didn’t mess with my mom; she called cops. After my siblings and I were out on our own, I watched her and my father take in a pair of foster kids that the system had given up on, and teach them that they were special gifts from God and deserving of love. I’ve seen her open her mind, her heart, and her home to the scariest looking collection of motley punks and goth kids that ever made another mom lock her doors and hide, and I watched her joy in discovering how loyal those bruised hearts become, just because you offered them yours first. It didn’t ever matter whether she knew you or not. It didn’t matter what you looked like, how you dressed, how you prayed, or even if you prayed; if you were wounded, she had a bandage. If you were hungry, you could have her sandwich. If you were sad, she had a shoulder. If you were cold, she had a blanket and a place by the fire, and if you got lost, you knew she’d be out in the storm, using her own heart as a beacon to bring you safely home. You also knew that if you were frightened, you had a woman warrior who would cover your head until you could stand on your own. She gave, accepted, forgave, succored, soothed and sacrificed; and she never, ever, ever demanded anything in return except that while you were under her roof, you respect the needs of your fellow wanderers and treat them as she treated you. Just by walking in the door, you became one of her dear ones, and she had no expectation of, or even desire for, any reward in this life except to see her dear ones grow strong, learn trust and joy, and maybe pass it on one day. Now she’s sick, and quite literally in for the fight of her life. She needs her family, she needs her doctors, and she needs her treatments. In order to secure these things, we need your help. Please help my mother, my sisters, my family, if you can. If you can’t give, please accept instead my wish that you be blessed. In either case, know that you are loved simply because you exist, whether we know you or not… Cause that’s just how we roll.

$500

 

5% Raised of $10,000 Goal

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Donor Comments

A Family Who Cares

A Family Who Cares

Thank you for being a "mom" to so many people over the years. Receive the "mothering" you get in return. We're thankful for you. 3 years ago

Trexlers

Trexlers

3 years ago

Lizardo Mantoblan

Lizardo Mantoblan

Pulling for you, Moms! Love you all, hope this helps. 3 years ago

Anonymous

ANONYMOUS

Rebecca my dear friend, please enjoy the time with your mum. Love you bunches. 3 years ago

Jonathan Mitten

Jonathan Mitten

We're pulling for you in Seattle, Ilona. Much love always. 3 years ago

Dan Jones

Dan Jones

3 years ago

Anonymous

ANONYMOUS

I haven't met her, but Rebecca is one of the most incredible women I've ever met and she has been a wonderful, loving mentor and role model over the past couple of years. If Rebecca is this incredible, I can only imagine how amazing her mother is! 3 years ago

Susan Grizzle

Susan Grizzle

Jonathan and Ilona Welch were the best song evangelists I ever heard. As they poured their souls into the music, they would look about but reach for each others hands and connect. It was beautiful to hear them and to see them. 3 years ago

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