To begin, thank you for taking the time to see my story and coming across my fundraiser. Having to write this asking for help from strangers is very difficult. This is something I only started considering once I knew I have exhausted all of my efforts with seeking support from family members and friends. I have continuously been applying, using and stuck on waiting lists for all types of government assistance that I qualify for. Unfortunately I’m not the only person in need of public housing assistance so waiting list are always long and uncertain. My family has been unsupportive also since my mother passed. My father is thankfully helpful in the grieving process but has been unable to provide any help with housing or finances since he provides for my brother and has nowhere to house me. I am Alayna Miller. The past year I have spent living partially in Wyoming and the rest in southern Arizona. Late last year my mother was released from a 2 year long prison sentence. At the time she had been scheduled for multiple upcoming surgeries upon her release. She had extensive medical issues that severely impacted her quality of life. A lot of what she was immediately suffering from was diabetes, hypothyroidism, apnea, plantar’s fasciitis, vision loss from diabetes and a very large debilitating hernia. Unfortunately my siblings were not willing to be in contact with our mother because they feared that it would result in her becoming overwhelmed while outside of prison and going back in. They cut communication with her fairly early into her sentence. I continued to write my mother and accept her calls, which mostly only came when she wanted a new coloring book or ran out of stamps but we wrote frequently. When my mother got released and put on parole I came to be with her and tried to help her maintain a safe place to live. The first surgery she had was to remove the plantar’s fasciitis which was on both her feet. She had been completely unable to walk beyond from the couch to the bathroom with assistance. She chose to stay in the living room for her recovery so everything was more accessible to her and because the first surgery left her unable to lift herself on and off her bed (which was pretty far off the ground). The recovery from this took 6 weeks. She was supposed to avoid walking for the whole 6 weeks but started walking again and setting goals to walk more after 4 weeks of recovery. The doctor’s had already scheduled her next surgery, the removal of her uvula and part of her sinuses, for as soon as she recovered. During this time my mother lived with an elderly and disabled roommate who had a CNA check in with her once a week. Aside from that I was my mother and her roommate’s sole caretaker. My mother still needed help with everything from meals to showering and brushing her hair. The day of her second surgery was February 11th, 2022 I helped my mom with a shower and put her hair in a braid. She went into her surgery after fasting 12 hours in the late afternoon and came home around 6pm that night. By 7:30pm I had to call for help to take her back into the hospital ER. The surgery made it very uncomfortable for her to breathe, especially with the CPAP machine due to the constant blood drainage from her sinuses/nose. She was prescribed a strict liquid diet and hydrocodone/acetaminophen syrup every 4 hours for her pain. At the hospital she complained that she was in unimaginable pain and having the gauze over her nose to catch the blood from the surgery made it so she couldn’t sleep. The ER doctor at the time gave her Ativan and sent her back home by 10 pm. For the following days my mother was waking up every couple/few hours in panic attacks, unable to breathe, I had to change her gauze every couple of hours or when she would wake up because each time it would be already soaked in the blood from her sinuses. This continued in full force for the following days until I found her unresponsive on February 14th, 2022 at 8:30am. I was alone when I found her because her roommate went to a friends saying she ‘kept being woken up by my mom’s panic attacks and hasn’t slept in days’. I called 911 and attempted CPR, but I lost my mom this Valentine’s Day. After her passing I chose to return to southern Arizona, but I have already lost everything. I sold my car shortly after my moms first surgery to help with finances however I could since I had been staying with her. I also unfortunately lost my two pets because I left them with someone who ended up taking the money I paid them and abandoning my pets. I started drinking and staying with a friend from school whom for years I hadn’t even spoken to until earlier this January. We quickly had disagreements on living arrangement and appropriation indifferences. I was kicked out for choosing to stay out for a night and getting a job with weird hours. I spent everything I had once again on a room for a while but the room I was able to get into was like 40 miles from my job and I had to give that up since no transportation. A month later on April 14th of this year I learned that I am pregnant with this ex-friends child. He knows I’m pregnant and also knows my situation as I am living on the streets now and camping. I’ve done everything I can to try to keep him in the loop but he is unwilling to participate or help if he has to see or be around me (his words, I know, sounds childish and I wish I was kidding, it sounds so dumb it’s even painful to type). I am currently 25 weeks pregnant with a healthy baby boy and looking forward to being a mother with all the hopes of being everything my baby needs and providing beyond my best abilities.
There are a lot of necessities that any help given by you will go towards, but the first things are going to be the essentials for my son. A place to live, crib or bassinet, the millions of diapers and wipes we’ll need, a vehicle and all the other basics.