THE FIRST WILL BE LAST, THE MEEK WILL BE STRONG, DOES ANYBODDY KNOW WHO IS RIGHT AND WHO IS WRONG?

APRIL 10, TUESDAY, 2012

To make a long story, longer….I was admitted [NO, NOT COM-MITTED]. I felt like I had been rolled over with a steam roller. I was nauseous and wished they would hurry up, find what was wrong, fix it, and I could get back to my so called life. [it sucked, but, I liked it. It was MY life.] HIND SIGHT: I miss those sucky-times... I was there [I don’t remember] for maybe a week? Five days? I had two doctors. One Oncologist and one Neurologist. They repeated all the tests I had before and added a few to the mix.

There were many relatives and friends that visited. even relatives from far away. I thought, well, ask myself “what? Am I gonna die? What’s with all these people?!” [At some point the doctors told my parents, I was going to die. They should sell my car and buy a burial plot]. That’s exactly what my father did. Even when I asked them, flat out-[to the point-directly], everyone said “no, you’re not going to die”. My mother’s best friend said to both of them, “DO NOT TELL HER THAT. I don’t believe that.” They were both upset, crying.