I'm doing okay. Slightly more optimistic. I've had a rough past couple of years.
November, 2013, I rush my dad to the emergency room. He was having severe abdominal pains. After hours of testing, his cancer had returned. He was diagnosed with stage 3 testicular cancer. Again. He first had it in 2006 and he beat it then.
The first day after chemo treatment with a highly optimistic prognosis, he suffered a major stroke. Blood clot to his middle cerebral artery. Took out 40% of the right side of his brain. Almost killed him there. Luckily, he pulled through. He was completely paralyzed on the left side of his body. Bound to a wheel chair. He continued on trying chemo treatments but his body was so weak that he couldn't continue. The chemo was actually going to send him into cardiac arrest if they continued on.
They sent him to a radiation specialist. The radiologist was extremely optimistic, even though my dad was not healthy at all. My dad did 6 weeks of radiation treatment for his cancer. It did absolutely nothing for him. He went from 6'4 250 lbs to 95 lbs just before he passed. We brought in hospice in July of 2014. He passed on September 26th of 2014. He developed stage 4 emphysema, spondialosis, and the cancer had completely taken over his lungs and his lower back muscle.
During this time I went through a very bad breakup. It was Feb of 14 when we broke up. I entered a depression that was easily the darkest period of my life. Not really sure how I made it. We eventually got back together 5 months later, so it worked out in the end.
September of 14, my dad passes away. I watched him take his last breath. It was the most fucked up thing I've ever watched before in my life. Speechless, terrified, shocked, and had a adrenaline rush of epic proportions.
My dad left me his Harley Davidson after he passed. January of 2015 I was riding my bike to work and got into a brutal accident. Almost lost my lower left leg and broke my left collar bone. Had to have surgery and carry a wound vac for 9 weeks.
In April of 2015, I got laid off my from work while out of short term disability from my wreck. I had a phenomenal job that paid amazingly on top of fantastic insurance. I worked there for 7 years. I was going to lose my insurance at the end of the month and I was still on the mend from my wreck. During this month, Texas started receiving rain fall amounts of epic proportions. Lakes were 30 ft below and after all the rain we received over the next two months they completely filled up and then some.
Because the rain fall was so heavy, my house I just bought in November of last year became victim to flash flooding. My bedroom flooded 5 times during each major rain storm. I was out in the middle of each storm with a sump pump and a shovel while pouring rain trying to reroute the water some how. I had to replace my carpet and get new gutters installed on my house.
May 30th 2015, me and my girlfriend were going to drop off her daughter with her biological father for the summer. On the way back home, we got into a 4 car collision that should have totaled my truck. I'm still waiting to pick it up from the body shop. It's done $21,000 worth of damage so far. It was brand new too. 9k miles.
While all this that had happened, I'm still hopefully optimistic. I just had a interview today for a good company and decent pay with outstanding benefits.
But goddamnit, when it rains, it fucking pours and I just needed to get this off my chest. I wish I was making all this shit up.