my home who bought em told me police had to escort you to your car from the mall since the possibility of people getting robbed
Good luck to y'all with the jordan ones.
This is just a vent that's non shoe related, so it's no biggie if you don't click...
Just because i have nobody else outside of this sneaker forum (and since i got booted from NT and don't do social media)... y'all the only family i have online.
Back in February, my parents went on vacation for a month... during this time, my homeboy got married (to which i was the best man at) and ultimately shiit with the bank got settled and i finally saw my bank account resurrected. Decided to go on a shopping spree and felt great as hell cuz i was under the impression my loot was gone forever because of fraud. Sorry boss. I live with that regret everyday).
Any who...
When my parents got back towards late March... my mom began having stomach pains. I recall driving her to a local clinic. They had us set up an appointment and a week later, she went and got it check out.
Turns out it was worse than she anticipated.
Then on April 3rd I got a call from my dad explaining to me that my mom woke up at the middle of the night with excruciating pain in that same area. He drove her to the ER during the wee hours of the morning.
Drove to my parents house that morning, anxiously awaiting my parents return from the hospital.
Since she was released that day, i didn't think anything of it.
The next week, we had an appointment with a doctor that wanted to perform a biopsy to see exactly what was wrong.
First visit. The camera down her throat to her pancreas to attempt diagnosis. Doc said we should expect a letter within 7-10 days with results.
2 weeks go by, didn't hear from the doctor. I decided to call.
The mothafukker was on "emergency family leave" during those 2 weeks. But your office coordinator couldn't tell us that? The fukk.
Any who... results were inconclusive.
May 9th. Second attempt, to have an endoscopic intervention (stick a needle through her stomach to access her pancreas)... but this proved to be unsuccessful because there was bile blockage.
May 22th. Third attempt... see if there's any cancer/tumor in her liver (since they found lesions there).
By monday, we got results and they were negative. I was soooo fukkin' happy. Cuz I thought we were in the clear. But they wanted her to go back one more time, get surgury... just to reaffirm any assumptions or eliminate any possibilities.
Today, moms went back in for the final surgery... this time... they go directly into her stomach to access the pancreas.
And this is the shiit that got me, because my homeboy's dad just passed away of stage 4 lung cancer that they only found months ago... and his funeral is on Sunday).
A few hours ago, I get a call from the surgical doctor and he said,
"Son, your mom has metastatic pancreatic cancer... STAGE 4"
The moment i got that news... i started balling fam. Decided to do some research... and the statistics are not on her side. She has a few months to live.
I mean... damnit fam. I don't know. Once, i told myself if my momma ever passed away, ima kill myself. I was in highschool when i said that... but it was a testament of how much i admired, adored and love my momma.
When i went to the hospital earlier... i saw my mom laying in the bed, i can tell she lost a ton of weight. She could barely eat the crackers and water (let alone eat... she wants to have a normal appetite but hasn't had one for the last 2 months).
Dear lord... i just want her to be well again. I want her to see grandchildren one day.
I know I'm not the most successful person, never became that doctor/lawyer/engineer you wanted me to be.
But i always stood by yourself to make sure you were happy no matter what.
Now that the cancer spread to her liver... there's not much they can do. If she wants to... can have chemo treatment.
I know the odds are stacked against her.
The whole day... i've been so distraught.
Didn't think the day would arrive so soon that i would have to think about what to say at her wake. I'm not good with eulogies.
I don't want my momma to die... but i understand that's the cycle of life.
Let me do one thing here If i ever do....
To dedicate this song to my momma. I remember buying this cd back in 2000. This was easily my favorite track. Even recall crying cuz the lyrics hit me so hard... even tho my own momma was just fine at the time.
Thanks Sauce... for preparing me. And i'll promise to celebrate her life.
MOMMA I LOVE YOU!!!!!!!!
Good luck to y'all with the jordan ones.
This is just a vent that's non shoe related, so it's no biggie if you don't click...
Just because i have nobody else outside of this sneaker forum (and since i got booted from NT and don't do social media)... y'all the only family i have online.
Back in February, my parents went on vacation for a month... during this time, my homeboy got married (to which i was the best man at) and ultimately shiit with the bank got settled and i finally saw my bank account resurrected. Decided to go on a shopping spree and felt great as hell cuz i was under the impression my loot was gone forever because of fraud. Sorry boss. I live with that regret everyday).
Any who...
When my parents got back towards late March... my mom began having stomach pains. I recall driving her to a local clinic. They had us set up an appointment and a week later, she went and got it check out.
Turns out it was worse than she anticipated.
Then on April 3rd I got a call from my dad explaining to me that my mom woke up at the middle of the night with excruciating pain in that same area. He drove her to the ER during the wee hours of the morning.
Drove to my parents house that morning, anxiously awaiting my parents return from the hospital.
Since she was released that day, i didn't think anything of it.
The next week, we had an appointment with a doctor that wanted to perform a biopsy to see exactly what was wrong.
First visit. The camera down her throat to her pancreas to attempt diagnosis. Doc said we should expect a letter within 7-10 days with results.
2 weeks go by, didn't hear from the doctor. I decided to call.
The mothafukker was on "emergency family leave" during those 2 weeks. But your office coordinator couldn't tell us that? The fukk.
Any who... results were inconclusive.
May 9th. Second attempt, to have an endoscopic intervention (stick a needle through her stomach to access her pancreas)... but this proved to be unsuccessful because there was bile blockage.
May 22th. Third attempt... see if there's any cancer/tumor in her liver (since they found lesions there).
By monday, we got results and they were negative. I was soooo fukkin' happy. Cuz I thought we were in the clear. But they wanted her to go back one more time, get surgury... just to reaffirm any assumptions or eliminate any possibilities.
Today, moms went back in for the final surgery... this time... they go directly into her stomach to access the pancreas.
And this is the shiit that got me, because my homeboy's dad just passed away of stage 4 lung cancer that they only found months ago... and his funeral is on Sunday).
A few hours ago, I get a call from the surgical doctor and he said,
"Son, your mom has metastatic pancreatic cancer... STAGE 4"
The moment i got that news... i started balling fam. Decided to do some research... and the statistics are not on her side. She has a few months to live.
I mean... damnit fam. I don't know. Once, i told myself if my momma ever passed away, ima kill myself. I was in highschool when i said that... but it was a testament of how much i admired, adored and love my momma.
When i went to the hospital earlier... i saw my mom laying in the bed, i can tell she lost a ton of weight. She could barely eat the crackers and water (let alone eat... she wants to have a normal appetite but hasn't had one for the last 2 months).
Dear lord... i just want her to be well again. I want her to see grandchildren one day.
I know I'm not the most successful person, never became that doctor/lawyer/engineer you wanted me to be.
But i always stood by yourself to make sure you were happy no matter what.
Now that the cancer spread to her liver... there's not much they can do. If she wants to... can have chemo treatment.
I know the odds are stacked against her.
The whole day... i've been so distraught.
Didn't think the day would arrive so soon that i would have to think about what to say at her wake. I'm not good with eulogies.
I don't want my momma to die... but i understand that's the cycle of life.
Let me do one thing here If i ever do....
To dedicate this song to my momma. I remember buying this cd back in 2000. This was easily my favorite track. Even recall crying cuz the lyrics hit me so hard... even tho my own momma was just fine at the time.
Thanks Sauce... for preparing me. And i'll promise to celebrate her life.
MOMMA I LOVE YOU!!!!!!!!
...
Good luck to y'all with the jordan ones.
This is just a vent that's non shoe related, so it's no biggie if you don't click...
Just because i have nobody else outside of this sneaker forum (and since i got booted from NT and don't do social media)... y'all the only family i have online.
Back in February, my parents went on vacation for a month... during this time, my homeboy got married (to which i was the best man at) and ultimately shiit with the bank got settled and i finally saw my bank account resurrected. Decided to go on a shopping spree and felt great as hell cuz i was under the impression my loot was gone forever because of fraud. Sorry boss. I live with that regret everyday).
Any who...
When my parents got back towards late March... my mom began having stomach pains. I recall driving her to a local clinic. They had us set up an appointment and a week later, she went and got it check out.
Turns out it was worse than she anticipated.
Then on April 3rd I got a call from my dad explaining to me that my mom woke up at the middle of the night with excruciating pain in that same area. He drove her to the ER during the wee hours of the morning.
Drove to my parents house that morning, anxiously awaiting my parents return from the hospital.
Since she was released that day, i didn't think anything of it.
The next week, we had an appointment with a doctor that wanted to perform a biopsy to see exactly what was wrong.
First visit. The camera down her throat to her pancreas to attempt diagnosis. Doc said we should expect a letter within 7-10 days with results.
2 weeks go by, didn't hear from the doctor. I decided to call.
The mothafukker was on "emergency family leave" during those 2 weeks. But your office coordinator couldn't tell us that? The fukk.
Any who... results were inconclusive.
May 9th. Second attempt, to have an endoscopic intervention (stick a needle through her stomach to access her pancreas)... but this proved to be unsuccessful because there was bile blockage.
May 22th. Third attempt... see if there's any cancer/tumor in her liver (since they found lesions there).
By monday, we got results and they were negative. I was soooo fukkin' happy. Cuz I thought we were in the clear. But they wanted her to go back one more time, get surgury... just to reaffirm any assumptions or eliminate any possibilities.
Today, moms went back in for the final surgery... this time... they go directly into her stomach to access the pancreas.
And this is the shiit that got me, because my homeboy's dad just passed away of stage 4 lung cancer that they only found months ago... and his funeral is on Sunday).
A few hours ago, I get a call from the surgical doctor and he said,
"Son, your mom has metastatic pancreatic cancer... STAGE 4"
The moment i got that news... i started balling fam. Decided to do some research... and the statistics are not on her side. She has a few months to live.
I mean... damnit fam. I don't know. Once, i told myself if my momma ever passed away, ima kill myself. I was in highschool when i said that... but it was a testament of how much i admired, adored and love my momma.
When i went to the hospital earlier... i saw my mom laying in the bed, i can tell she lost a ton of weight. She could barely eat the crackers and water (let alone eat... she wants to have a normal appetite but hasn't had one for the last 2 months).
Dear lord... i just want her to be well again. I want her to see grandchildren one day.
I know I'm not the most successful person, never became that doctor/lawyer/engineer you wanted me to be.
But i always stood by yourself to make sure you were happy no matter what.
Now that the cancer spread to her liver... there's not much they can do. If she wants to... can have chemo treatment.
I know the odds are stacked against her.
The whole day... i've been so distraught.
Didn't think the day would arrive so soon that i would have to think about what to say at her wake. I'm not good with eulogies.
I don't want my momma to die... but i understand that's the cycle of life.
Let me do one thing here If i ever do....
To dedicate this song to my momma. I remember buying this cd back in 2000. This was easily my favorite track. Even recall crying cuz the lyrics hit me so hard... even tho my own momma was just fine at the time.
Thanks Sauce... for preparing me. And i'll promise to celebrate her life.
MOMMA I LOVE YOU!!!!!!!!
Imagine this asian lady stunting on you like this.......
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just ndc...
Yup....but with this release I really don't know if it's going to help?...just saw someone post this on NT....
