Our world was shattered on a day when my daughter, Deborah, suffered a devastating brainstem stroke. A young woman, with her heart full of dreams, was suddenly made a prisoner of her own body. Deborah's laugh, filled with life, has remained silent ever since; her voice, which echoed positivity and strength, is now lost in the silence; and her warmth that comforted many, lies dormant.

I have spent the past 10 agonising months witnessing her pain, (the brutality inflicted on her skin and eyes by over-medication) understanding her struggle, and fighting for her recovery. Dealing with the anguish of Deborah's stroke is just a part of my battle. It is heart breaking to realise that instead of supporting us in every possible way for her recovery, the medical establishment has placed impediments to availing her of the very treatments she would choose, if only she had a voice.
It’s not ambiguous to say than no one knows my daughter like me. Deborah is my daughter, my treasured friend and our relationship as daughter and mother is a special one. Our bond is unbreakable. No one can love my daughter as intensely and unconditionally as me, but love in Deborah’s case, sadly counts for nothing.

My daughter now faces palliative care in a strange place, with strangers looking after her. It is their role as nurses and doctors to care for her and I cannot doubt that they will not do a reasonable job, however my daughter deserves more than reasonable. I want to bring Deborah home, where she can smell the familiar scents of my house, her second home; where she can feel the energy of positivity and has my love every minute of every hour of every single day. The rehabilitation she needs and would want, opposed to the vagaries of strangers, never knowing who will attend her, today, tonight, tomorrow; isolated and abandoned for many hours of each day and all through the long dark nights.

The medical profession does not want this to happen stating that due to very complex needs, the level of care provision required could not be provided in a home environment. I protest this, and this is why I need your help. Deborah is entitled to the best environment with the best care and help, at home with me. I can make sure that will happen. I will work in partnership with the carers that come to my house. I will ensure that her every need, especially her need for loving, emotional stability, is always at the forefront of her care.

Please take a couple of seconds to sign this petition and help to bring my Angel girl, Deborah, home. Her future is uncertain, but what I am certain of is what my daughter would want, and it is not palliative care in a sterile, mentally damaging, cold environment.
Please help me to make a stand for Deborah and to give her a voice. By signing this petition, you can do that. Let us make our medical systems more empathetic, our rehabilitation programs more individualised, and ensure that no stroke victim is left behind.

Thank you for your time, thank you for your compassion and thank you for your support. I will keep you updated. Together I hope and pray we can make a difference.

Karyse