Never have i felt so alone as when i was free, in the hospital facinga death sentence. My mother was notified. 8 couldn't be mad at my doctor, he did all he could to comfort me. My mom had blatantly told both my doc and i that her man and animals could not survive without her.Typical . The before this I tried to kill myself. Though the nature of the seriousness was not read right. People swore that i was not going to make it. I was ready to give up anyhow. I would feel the rage of self defeat and cry my eyes out as the gentleman whom i called my best friend, at this time, smiled a m dirty comments through tears. He squeezed my hand a said I'll be right here when you get out. Surgery number 2 on my foot. Totaling 4 major ones due to muncy state pen. Spanned out over 2 years. Am i mad? Hell yeah Im . Does it change things? Not a bit. The worst part is I know this, yet the poisonous hatered of the ones who harmed me still stings viciously.