I am tough. That is a fact! Part 6.
20, In 2003 I had to watch my mother die from cancer. She did not even have a fighting chance of beating it. Why? Her doctors who she was seeing every three weeks never caught the cancer. I found out while eating in a Chinese restaurant. BY CELL PHONE CALL! By then not only did she have cancer, but it was in her entire body! Yup, this prick ass doctor did not even wait till I was at the hospital to tell me your mother has cancer and will live from one day to three months. Oh, and they just about begged me to kill my mother. They said she is never going to get out of the coma. But, they put her in an induced coma state! So, a week later I went to the hospital and pulled the life support and tubes off of her while they watched. Here's the thing. She looked as if she was trying to wake up! I hate those doctors and consider them killers! They only let her have one week of KEMO! I did stay with her and held her hand while she died. I never left her side. I feel guilty for letting them talk me into pulling the plug, but one other reason I did it was because they refused to even try kemo or any other form of treatment so had she lived it would have been in pain that none of us could ever dream of in a nightmare.
I had seen her crying for hours in pain while the nurses treated her like crap and did nothing. Those evil BASTARDS! NOT ALL NURSES AND DOCTORS, JUST THESE BASTARDS! But, though I have been in emotional pain and stress I have survived. Yes, I am tough becaused I survived.
So, I am tough. I listed twenty reasons why, but I have many more. I may tell about those events within the next year or so. Some say I'm ugly.
I got news for them I'm handsome because I am alive and have been through more pain then many would see in a lifetime. Am I tough? HELL, YEAH I AM! I MADE IT THROUGH AND I SURVIVED!!
As for being tough as a fighter. Well, you decide? I once fought a weight lifter because he was trying to bully me and some friends. I lost the fight, but got some good punches in. Later, he said I can't believe you fought me, you're a short and skinny guy.
I said I don't let anyone hurt me anymore. I went through that shit for 12 years of my life and never again. We ended up being best friends and whenever anyone picked on him or me we teamed up and were willing to fight. We only had one or two fights with any punks. Why? Well, he was a powerful weight lifter and a decent fighter and I would always warn the punks that I look at any fight as a fight to the death and as such if you get hurt very bad it's your problem. Don't you or your family try pinning it on us. Only twice did we have to fight anyone and in one fight I felt bad because one of the punks ended up in the hospital for awhile. We had broken his right leg, his left hand, and I think hurt his arm. I don't remember that part, but I guess I should not feel too bad. After all, I did warn him and his buddies. Me and my friend won the fight and I ended up only with a black and blue left arm. My friend had a fat lip. One of the punks got in a lucky hit. So, as for being tough as a fighter that is a matter of debate, but tough as a person who goes through hell, gets kicked in the teeth and falls down. I'm tough because I always get back up and become much stronger than before.
Sometimes standing up for one makes you a leader of many.
I know this post is sixty miles long, but this is a big chunk of my life up to this point.
Older post can be seen by the month I wrote them in.
I had seen her crying for hours in pain while the nurses treated her like crap and did nothing. Those evil BASTARDS! NOT ALL NURSES AND DOCTORS, JUST THESE BASTARDS! But, though I have been in emotional pain and stress I have survived. Yes, I am tough becaused I survived.
So, I am tough. I listed twenty reasons why, but I have many more. I may tell about those events within the next year or so. Some say I'm ugly.
I got news for them I'm handsome because I am alive and have been through more pain then many would see in a lifetime. Am I tough? HELL, YEAH I AM! I MADE IT THROUGH AND I SURVIVED!!
As for being tough as a fighter. Well, you decide? I once fought a weight lifter because he was trying to bully me and some friends. I lost the fight, but got some good punches in. Later, he said I can't believe you fought me, you're a short and skinny guy.
I said I don't let anyone hurt me anymore. I went through that shit for 12 years of my life and never again. We ended up being best friends and whenever anyone picked on him or me we teamed up and were willing to fight. We only had one or two fights with any punks. Why? Well, he was a powerful weight lifter and a decent fighter and I would always warn the punks that I look at any fight as a fight to the death and as such if you get hurt very bad it's your problem. Don't you or your family try pinning it on us. Only twice did we have to fight anyone and in one fight I felt bad because one of the punks ended up in the hospital for awhile. We had broken his right leg, his left hand, and I think hurt his arm. I don't remember that part, but I guess I should not feel too bad. After all, I did warn him and his buddies. Me and my friend won the fight and I ended up only with a black and blue left arm. My friend had a fat lip. One of the punks got in a lucky hit. So, as for being tough as a fighter that is a matter of debate, but tough as a person who goes through hell, gets kicked in the teeth and falls down. I'm tough because I always get back up and become much stronger than before.
Sometimes standing up for one makes you a leader of many.
I know this post is sixty miles long, but this is a big chunk of my life up to this point.
Older post can be seen by the month I wrote them in.