Hi my name is Tish and I am a 36 …
Hi my name is Tish and I am a 36 year old married to my high school sweetheart and have two beautiful little girls. I …
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Baz69 
1:12am, October 13, 2009
My life was Gr8 B4 that day-(14/9/04) the day I fucked my back. It was the day my life changed to, no more party'n,no running,no lifting, no being able to lift or muck round with my kids and my love life with wife has pritty much gone. Money wise they would be better of with me gone and they could do more things without me dragging them down. But I would miss them as they would miss me but I can not live like this for the rest of my life. What to do ?
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I tell people that I was killed on July 28th, 1995 when the drunk bitch slammed into my car breaking my neck, collar bones (they still hurt) ribs, ankles and feet.. many operations, then find out I have Hep C stage four damage and currently on week 8 of 48 weeks of chemo, my lungs keep filling with water and seeing & hearing things that are not there is not as fun as it might sound. I have been so far away from DS for the last 8 weeks because I am either throwing up, crying while brushing what is left of my hair, cleaning up my bed, changing sheets etc. because all I ever do is cough until I throw up and or pee my pants lol... Life is not great for me or you right now. I cant make sense why some assholes seem to have it so easy and others so hard. The ones that have everything handed to them, (oh gee, Aunt Mary passed away and left me a million dollars, and a house, then my uncle passed and left me a boat, blah blah blah) and they have a trust fund, they are healthy as can be but have the nerve to whine and moan that life sucks because they dont have the Rolex they really want... I want to hurt them, and I am surprised at how many idiots there are like that, male and female, I came very close to slapping a lady at a party who said she cured her own breast cancer with these vitamins that she was selling multi-level.. I had just watched my best friend Dana die and be tortured by radiation, masectomys, chemo and such, and here is this moron making these claims, so I asked her when she had her biopsy? she told everyone that the "dr" knew it was breast cancer and was about to do the biopsy when she was cured, then I asked if she had an ultrasound? Nope, well then what made you think it was breast cancer I asked... she said she felt a lump...started taking these magic pills and is cured... I lit into her, I was outraged and described to her what breast cancer really is, told her it was most likely a zit, boil or silicon that leaked out of her implants or her puffed up lips, I began yelling at her what a phony, plastic bitch she was and to never invite me to a so called party to celebrate something when you are just trying to sell me some garbage.. I slammed the door so hard the house shook.
I got a letter from her apologizing and admitting that she was full of shit, the "party" broke up right after I left and I got calls from almost evryone there saying "YEA", I dont know how I got off onto that tangent, anyway... please let me know how your pain managment is coming along, does anything work for you? They are considering removing all the metal out of my neck... I a waiting to hear... and just a reminder, a few months ago you told me that you were going to lay back from DS for awhile, that you were going to be gone... so... I would have written you, but thought you were off trying new things to support your situation, fix things... I missed you, I really like you and you are one of my favorites on here... so lets stay in touch while we attempt to survive his hell.. ok?
Cynthia
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