January 2012
2 posts
December 2011
14 posts
Sometimes I’m afraid that this disease is going to kill me. I’m 25, and a new mom. What the fuck happened? The same hospital I work for almost killed me once, and with little to no follow ups, despite my recurring symptoms, I’m starting to get fucking pissed. Kaiser doesn’t give a damn about their patients. They killed my grandmother, misdiagnosing her bone cancer for...
Hi tumblr. Sometimes I look at my little son sleeping, feel the raging and painful disease I still endure, look at my life…, and wonder if he really needs me. Or if anyone does at all for that matter. I wish I could be funny, or make a joke about it. But i cant anymore. I’m nothing but a thin shell of my former self. And frankly, I love my son so much that I DID nearly die for him....
Some hell is necessary if one gains a piece of heaven.
I don’t get kissed as often as I should…
November 2011
9 posts
October 2011
18 posts
I want to laugh and feel loved.
August 2011
5 posts
1 tag
July 2011
2 posts