Death , Sickness , Flaws , and Faults . They all have but one thing I common ... Life , Cures , Perfection , and Reality .
It's normal for someone to say that's someone's death was their fault .
It's natural for someone to say that someone's sickness is killing them .
These two statements are completely normal if the person is in pain and is looking for someone to blame . Well I was that person looking for someone to blame and I blamed myself and almost lost my leg or my life. The story I want to tell you is a story about me and my addiction to .... everything . No it's not going to end with some guy who changes everything this is reality not my fantasy. It starts on December 2 1999 the night I was born .
Before I was born my mother became very ill and not pregnancy ill but cancer ill. The doctors said it was because of the life source living inside of her aka me . The doctors wanted to start chemo as soon as possible but they said the treatment would be affective to me . So my mother would not let them do treatment. A month or so passed and my mother became so sick to the point were she could not move . My father begged her to do treatment but she would not have it . Finally the day came to when I came along but July mother was to weak to give birth so the doctors had to do a sea-section .
I was healthy and beautiful or that's what Rita says . My mom got to hold me for a min or two before the doctors took me away for clean up and tests. A few other doctors started my mother on her therapy but it was far to late. My mother died that very night two hours after I was born .
