#HelpMyMum

My beautiful mum and amazing step dad, Evie and Bear Lynch have been in hospital for the past week. Mum has been in a coma with severe cirrhosis of the liver and Bear has been a mess. It's also been very hard for us, so far away. 
She lives in the US so it’s been pretty hard on me, and those that love her who are so far away.


While things are looking up, this week is only the beginning, there is still a lot more to come and they are going to need help to pay the medical bills. By donating money, positive thoughts or kind words you can help my mum on her journey of recovery.

 Please, #HelpMyMum and Bear and spread the word. http://bit.ly/HelpMyMum
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