I often joke about having an unlimited number of lives, especially with my mom, who seems to understand the most. While my mom will never truly understand my struggles, at least she’s always been there for me. She’s never left my side, figuratively and literally. Sometimes, I get annoyed by her constant presence, especially when I just want some time to myself, and have fought with her over it. But, I could never say I’ve ever been forgotten or neglected.

Note: I decided to try a different approach to this topic. I saved the old version of this in a document so it isn't lost, but I figured there was a better way to approach this topic than the way I tried before. 

Note: This piece isn't completed yet, but it will be soon. 

Note: After thinking about this for a long time, I decided that I needed to include some of the more gory pictures from the hunt. After all, I don't want to hold back on the realities of hunting for the memoir. 

Note: This is sort of a revision of "explaining my daily treatments", well, kind of. It's the same, since this is basically the updated version of "explaining my daily treatments", but it only focuses on the vest treatment (aka, the hardest part of my life to explain). I'll explain other treatments later on, but this one is the hardest treatment to explain and needs its own little part in a chapter.