the most amazing person in the world
No Treatment
Chapter one
My life is one that anyone would never forget from the tragedies to the beautiful mysteries of god. I received a foul sickness to being clean of any virus, and becoming a new man. From me being on deaths doorstep, to transitioning to having fun and peace of mind. This friend is the story of how I, Phil McCord, beat Cancer. But to really indulge in my wonderful little story I have to take you back two days before I was diagnosed.
It was like every cold winter morning in the bad side of Detroit, Michigan. Wake up cold as ice because you have no blankets on your wood frame of a bed. Then think maybe your windows open and you go to close it but relive that it is close it’s just that there are gaping holes in the window do to a drive by shooting that went on a couple of days ago. Oh plus the fact that I didn’t have heat either I didn’t even have hot water. Where I lived it’s like someone put up a shed stripped it of its paint, broke its windows, put a leaky water system in, and ran some electric lines through. It was terrible.
But even where I lived I got up and walked into the kitchen were my mom was trying to find something to make even though she had nothing. I really didn’t mind though I was going without breakfast since my dad left me and my mom. My fondest memory was of me and my dad playing having fun, but like every dad in the hood he left for some prostitute or “lover”.
My mother was a strong woman even though she was tough on me. Like she would say, “Phil you are goanna go to school and you are going to college so you, my son won’t have to live like this and that one day in my olden state you can take care of your loving mother,” then start to cry after words and I would always say I will try mom I will try for you to try and cheer her up. I didn’t like seeing her unhappy like that. Other than those mental break downs she was strong, loving, caring, and warm.
So after my mom made nothing for breakfast I would take a cold
Chapter one
My life is one that anyone would never forget from the tragedies to the beautiful mysteries of god. I received a foul sickness to being clean of any virus, and becoming a new man. From me being on deaths doorstep, to transitioning to having fun and peace of mind. This friend is the story of how I, Phil McCord, beat Cancer. But to really indulge in my wonderful little story I have to take you back two days before I was diagnosed.
It was like every cold winter morning in the bad side of Detroit, Michigan. Wake up cold as ice because you have no blankets on your wood frame of a bed. Then think maybe your windows open and you go to close it but relive that it is close it’s just that there are gaping holes in the window do to a drive by shooting that went on a couple of days ago. Oh plus the fact that I didn’t have heat either I didn’t even have hot water. Where I lived it’s like someone put up a shed stripped it of its paint, broke its windows, put a leaky water system in, and ran some electric lines through. It was terrible.
But even where I lived I got up and walked into the kitchen were my mom was trying to find something to make even though she had nothing. I really didn’t mind though I was going without breakfast since my dad left me and my mom. My fondest memory was of me and my dad playing having fun, but like every dad in the hood he left for some prostitute or “lover”.
My mother was a strong woman even though she was tough on me. Like she would say, “Phil you are goanna go to school and you are going to college so you, my son won’t have to live like this and that one day in my olden state you can take care of your loving mother,” then start to cry after words and I would always say I will try mom I will try for you to try and cheer her up. I didn’t like seeing her unhappy like that. Other than those mental break downs she was strong, loving, caring, and warm.
So after my mom made nothing for breakfast I would take a cold