It seems my next door neighbor UK isn’t doing well at all. The cancer has spread to her lymph nodes. She’s scared, her abusive husband is scared but it doesn’t keep him from beating on her, her daughter is scared as is her young son and so am I. I worry about the two kids that’ll be left with him, drunken bastard! This is the girl that gave up on life a long time ago. She wouldn’t treat the Lupus and won’t treat the cancer because she’s tired. She a sexual abuse survivor. Her parents abandoned her and her 6 month old baby sister in the house until an uncle came months later and took them in. I believe she herself was 6 years old when her parents abandoned them. Her life has been extremely hard. She’s only 33 but man has she been through some shit. She’s ready to stop which is why she will not take the chemo and why she did not keep up with the treatments for the Lupus. She had blue ink like liquid coming out of her nipples. She’s not doing well at all. We went to McDonald’s yesterday to get her out of the house for a bit. Heck, despite Lupus and Cervical Cancer she’s still expected to make dinner and work as well as take care of a 16 year old daughter and an 8 year old boy. I wonder how on earth that girl stands up. Her uncle, the one that did not hurt her, says she works like a man. No, her family works her like a horse and somehow she just keeps going. If there ever really was a superwoman she’s it. But her body is ready to stop. Her hair is falling out but you know what? That girl is still strikingly beautiful.
This makes a person wonder how her life would have been had her parents not left, had one uncle not turned her out to the streets for profit, had he not hurt her, had she not married an abuser. Would she be ready to go so quickly, at age 33 would she be ready to toss in the towel and not take on this fight? Abuse makes you tired, healing makes you tired and this is one person ready to stop fighting. Child abuse kills. I miss her already.
Joan of Arc
Reading this makes us well up and fight the tears., holding them back and yet we know sometime, someday, this little bit of your world will strike us, and we will shed tears over her, over others who could not survive, who for some reason had not even one shred of niceness upon their life. Thank you for going with her to McDonalds to get her away from “her world”. Perhaps you did more in that amount of time than anyone else ever did. At least you care. We know you will cry also, deservedly so.
Always
Keepers
That is really a sad story. I look at myself in the mirror and see someone that life has used up and spit back out but it sounds like she just keeps getting used and used. Poor woman, I am really sorry.