My mom died of the second rarest form of cancer known in the world. At least 18 years ago when she had it, it was that rare. Didn't know how to treat her. 41 year old woman, spine snapped in half June 5th 2000 after diagnosis in May 2000. Left on a stretcher June 5th, never came home. Died September 15th.
Forty fucking one. And now…I'm a handful of years away from that age myself. Perspective. Makes it sadder. For 17 years I have been a shell of myself since she died. Single parent, only child. Broken bond that will never heal.
So pardon me for being a little touchy about this sort of thing. But, why does it take so much Political circle jerking and chess moves to release cures? If we are in control, fucking prove it. Control things!!! Control the cures. Help kids, help parents with kids, help people.
"We gotta lock up Hillary before we can save Timmy"
Why? No LOGIC in that. You know the cures exist. You know who has them. You have evidence of fuckery on everyone. Then use that and start trickling shit out.
Forty fucking one. An Angel. Loved the simple things, a clear day, sunshine, a puddle after a storm. Such a sweet woman, completely destroyed from the inside out. So fags, yeah, you can get upset with me
"muh emotions"
God gave us emotions, why would you insult something God allowed to you?
I am emotional. This whole thing is a fucking rollercoaster ride of emotions. I was a glass half empty kind of fuck. I came here and became a glass half full kind. I'm back to half empty. Hard to take. Especially when before this, you already have many mental issues you're battling a long with addiction.
PLEASE RELEASE THE CURES. Walls can wait. Lives of the sick cannot.