I was thrown into this world before the internet or cell phones made this world much smaller. I became another part of a poor but somewhat loving family that lived in Brookhaven Mississippi. Times were hard so my dad moved us all over Mississippi from job to job to support us. After spending a chunk of my life in Mississippi I decided to move to Texas to seek my own life. While living there I met the woman who I thought was going to be the answer to my dream.
But like most of my dreams that dream faded quickly away. Then one day in 2002 my Dad called and told me my Mom had had a stroke. So I gave up my good job and packed and moved back to a small town in Mississippi to help my Mom and my then 72 year old Dad. Then came Hurricane Katrina and destroyed our house. But we survived and "lived" in a FEMA camper for about six months until our house was rebuilt.
We moved back in and thought things would be good now, but I guess I forgot how life is. In the first part of 2008 my Mom was diagnosed with uterine cancer. But fortunately she got a hysterectomy and that took care of that, or so we thought. In early 2011 she was diagnosed with bladder cancer. She had a tough time, after all by then she was 73 years old, but in September 2011 after a few hitches she had her bladder removed.
After recovering from the surgery she then had twenty-five treatments of radiation. On July 7th 2012 she passed away. As for me, I take and make it day by day and help my Dad, who is now 82, as much as I am able to help him.
But like most of my dreams that dream faded quickly away. Then one day in 2002 my Dad called and told me my Mom had had a stroke. So I gave up my good job and packed and moved back to a small town in Mississippi to help my Mom and my then 72 year old Dad. Then came Hurricane Katrina and destroyed our house. But we survived and "lived" in a FEMA camper for about six months until our house was rebuilt.
We moved back in and thought things would be good now, but I guess I forgot how life is. In the first part of 2008 my Mom was diagnosed with uterine cancer. But fortunately she got a hysterectomy and that took care of that, or so we thought. In early 2011 she was diagnosed with bladder cancer. She had a tough time, after all by then she was 73 years old, but in September 2011 after a few hitches she had her bladder removed.
After recovering from the surgery she then had twenty-five treatments of radiation. On July 7th 2012 she passed away. As for me, I take and make it day by day and help my Dad, who is now 82, as much as I am able to help him.
