Memoirs

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Live Strong
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The memoirs that I have been writing are not near done. I had once said they would be out By April 3rd. It does not appear I can make that date. Expect the completion by the end of April.

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Excerpt 1 (un edited):

" I often think from time to time of the last hour of my mother’s life. She was dehydrated, vomiting and restless. Her mental status continued to change from good to bad. Mom was an incredibly strong person when it came to dealing with medical problems as she had several severe ones. My family has assumed this was her "normal" problems and she would go to the hospital and be out in a few days.

At around 9:30 am Easton EMS in 852 showed up along with 2 officers who I know very well. They couldn't have been nicer to me and my grandparents. Unfortunately they were treating for dehydration and high glucose levels. Though it was an ALS call and a paramedic met them in route at GE, they missed (though I can’t blame them) a key problem. My mother was in fact suffering from a stroke and though mom displayed the symptoms given her past history of heart problems was almost non-existent the EMS and ER both ruled it out.

Once my mother got to the ER she was put on a cot and had a little room to herself. My grandfather was with her at the time. She wanted to have the nurse come in and see her for what reason, I’m unsure. Mom never saw it coming but next thing we know she went code "blue" and that was the beginning of the end..."

Excerpt 2:

"It seems that even after 10 yrs I still protect myself from what I fear most, the loss of everything, living on the streets, losing family, losing money, abuse, things of that nature.

The shock of these terms especially associated to me, if you know me probably doesn’t make much sense to you. As with everyone, there are good times and there are bad. Rumor has it that some have it worse then others. My life, though seemingly non complex, is in fact diverse in experiences and emotions. From an early age a sense of difficulty and hardship were never far from me. If it wasn’t initial custody battles that stayed in court for months to visitation rights that I even at the age of 5 understood. I would later have to face the father I barely saw more then once a month or more. There is nothing like spending my weekends with a man I disliked more then one could imagine..."