Years ago when I was just a child I heard the phrase, "When it rains, it pours". I guess that is accurate and my life grants evidentiary credence to that assumed truity of life. Nearly three years ago my dad's, little sister's and my world seemed to shatter into a million pieces when my mom died in a car accident while our family was on our way home from a family get together. A year and a half after that I was taken against my will by a selfish person whom chose self gratification over human decency. I became pregnant as a result of his depravity and in the last few days of finalizing my decision on an adoptive family for that innocent life within me, I ended up miscarrying while sitting in my 10th grade algebra II class. Now, a mere sixteen months after my miscarriage I have found out via a labyrinth of tests that I have GBM which is a rather aggressive form of brain tumors that will likely kill me within eighteen months even with treatment.
Sometimes I feel like God has chosen me to suffer.
