Literature
Independent Living (Ch 0)
So, I’m on my own now. T-L-D-R is, I got cancer in my tongue, had to have the whole thing taken out, surgery messed up, got a nasty blood infection, lost all my teeth, lost both my arms, lost both my feet. Then I lost my parents, which… thanks dad. I guess having your only child turn into an invalid was too much for him. He was always a mean abusive asshole, but… yeah. Anyway, when I woke up I found out I’d missed my 18th birthday, my mom was dead, my dad was in prison, I couldn’t talk (but I knew that part was coming), and I couldn’t walk or pick anything up or do anything for myself ever again. Fuck. That. I had the nurses call the whole cheerleading squad as soon as I could get a pencil in my mouth. The whole team was so incredibly supportive, I couldn’t stop crying. Everyone wanted to help take care of me, but I just couldn’t handle it. So I told the nurses that I refused in-home care or “assisted living” or whatever the shit they want to call it. Had to sign So. Many.
