There doesn't seem to be a dull moment in my life. Well that's the irony because my life is made up of nothing but dullness, in fact, my life (or lack there of) is the same boring repetitive reclusive-esque type rituals everyday. But even though you may classify me as a "hermit" seldomly ever leaving it's shell, drama still seems to shriek it's way into my life, sometimes directly or more so indirectly through the people around me.
There's many stories which have occurred in my life than I can write about. But I think I'll start from the current and then maybe someday write the prelude. This chapter is about my dear ol' ma. It involves me though, of course, I mean I spend everyday with her. I haven't left the "nest" so how can a story of my mother not have me somewhere in the picture?
She has been diagnosed with Inflammatory Breast Cancer. A rare but very aggressive form a breast cancer, which is automatically stage III.
There's many stories which have occurred in my life than I can write about. But I think I'll start from the current and then maybe someday write the prelude. This chapter is about my dear ol' ma. It involves me though, of course, I mean I spend everyday with her. I haven't left the "nest" so how can a story of my mother not have me somewhere in the picture?
She has been diagnosed with Inflammatory Breast Cancer. A rare but very aggressive form a breast cancer, which is automatically stage III.
