well as per mtlqueen's request I am posting about my upbringing.
I remember only one thing before the age of 5. That being 3 years old in mississauga and jumping off of the diving board into my pool with no water wings. My dad was at the bottom of the pool and immediately came up and got me, yes I was a ballsy little kid who would do anything.
When I was 4 I moved to Markham with my parents and within the first few weeks of lviing there I was struck my a Ford econoline van in front of my house. Went into a coma, broke basically my whole upper body, had immediate plastic surgery to fix my jaw which shattered. I now have a steel plate in my jaw to hold it together.
My childhood was normal up until the age of nine. I lived in a nice neighbourhood and had lots of friends. I was very active. We were little pyro's though, we set so many things on fire...we onced lit a whole plastic enclosed slide on fire *yay lighter fluid*
I got sick at the age of 9 with my current illness *wegener's granulomatosis*.
I'll sum up the next 12 years pretty quick. Years of treatment. Drugs changed my appearance. Society viewed me as an outcast, Certain family memberes viewed me as a burden. Had every oragn fail on me except my liver. Went to high school for all of 1 semester in which I was sick for over 6 weeks of the semester. I never had one girlfriend while in high school because I looked like a freak. I've seen the white light, had two out of body experiences. 1 More coma. Moved in with my dad to get away from my mom.
Now I am here, in guelph, going to school, and working trying to make it through. My pride is my new grim reaper tattoo, he's holding an hourglass. He symbolizes my struggle with life, I should be dead, but somehow I'm still here, he's still waiting for me, I know I'll never have a full life but by having him there it reminds me that he has been beating before and I can do it again.
Any questions just ask, that's the super condensed version. I actually give lectures to med students, doctors and nurses on my life, to show them a different perspective, I always get people crying, men and women.
~Mike
btw, I need more people to IM me, I am fricken bored here. I have like every messenger service cuz I'm a nerd and no one is on...need more people to converse with...preferably about the collapse of modern western civilations and it's effect on the global village....that sounds cool
I remember only one thing before the age of 5. That being 3 years old in mississauga and jumping off of the diving board into my pool with no water wings. My dad was at the bottom of the pool and immediately came up and got me, yes I was a ballsy little kid who would do anything.
When I was 4 I moved to Markham with my parents and within the first few weeks of lviing there I was struck my a Ford econoline van in front of my house. Went into a coma, broke basically my whole upper body, had immediate plastic surgery to fix my jaw which shattered. I now have a steel plate in my jaw to hold it together.
My childhood was normal up until the age of nine. I lived in a nice neighbourhood and had lots of friends. I was very active. We were little pyro's though, we set so many things on fire...we onced lit a whole plastic enclosed slide on fire *yay lighter fluid*
I got sick at the age of 9 with my current illness *wegener's granulomatosis*.
I'll sum up the next 12 years pretty quick. Years of treatment. Drugs changed my appearance. Society viewed me as an outcast, Certain family memberes viewed me as a burden. Had every oragn fail on me except my liver. Went to high school for all of 1 semester in which I was sick for over 6 weeks of the semester. I never had one girlfriend while in high school because I looked like a freak. I've seen the white light, had two out of body experiences. 1 More coma. Moved in with my dad to get away from my mom.
Now I am here, in guelph, going to school, and working trying to make it through. My pride is my new grim reaper tattoo, he's holding an hourglass. He symbolizes my struggle with life, I should be dead, but somehow I'm still here, he's still waiting for me, I know I'll never have a full life but by having him there it reminds me that he has been beating before and I can do it again.
Any questions just ask, that's the super condensed version. I actually give lectures to med students, doctors and nurses on my life, to show them a different perspective, I always get people crying, men and women.
~Mike
btw, I need more people to IM me, I am fricken bored here. I have like every messenger service cuz I'm a nerd and no one is on...need more people to converse with...preferably about the collapse of modern western civilations and it's effect on the global village....that sounds cool
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I'm familier with Wegener's, although mostly in older people. It's good to hear the fight in your story. Too many people ask for death when it will catch up to us all quickly enough. Keep it up and let me know if I can help.