My Mom: A Personal Story Of My Hero

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Two months ago, i found out my mom had lung cancer. 3 days later, at chemo, she does heroin in the fucking bathroom IN THE MIDDLE OF FUCKING CHEMO. I had no idea she does heroin. She got dragged to the emergency room where i had no idea what was going on because she was too out of it to tell me. later i learned its called a "heroin nod" I found out it was heroin from this little napkin the doctors wrote some gibberish on and aslo said "heroin overdose" we were about to leave at this time so when i left with her she insited she didnt overdose but i didn't know what to belive. I just knew she wasn't responding to anyone for like half an hour. About an akward week later i find her in the same way in the bathroom with a needle in her hand. all she did when i tried to talk to her was say "What!?" …show more content…
Only it clearly wasn't. She got read her rights and Idk what is going on with that now, she refused to rat out her dealer, more on her later. I learned a lot that day about heroin after extensive reasearch. Our family is falling apart. My dad is at his limit. He's known about this longer then I have and while its releaving for him to have someone to share the greif with its also enabled him to get really verbally abusive to me and my mom without me wondering why. Before all of this i tried to get my mom to quit smoking and she couldn't, she still smokes, despite the lung cancer. A week ago, I tried to kill myself by taking what must have been several times my usual nightly meletonin dosage, my sleeping aids. Turns out, 14 hours and a several nausiated hours and i found out you can't actually overdose on meletonin. I regreted my

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