While my mom was 4 months pregnant with me, they found out my dad had dozens of dozens of small tumors in his brain. The doctors told him they were all too far along for them to be able to remove them without killing him.
So he knew from the moment I was born, he was basically just slowly waiting to die.
🚀First, I’d like to thank you for watching this video because it’s going to help a lot of people, but it’s about to get intense and I hope this doesn’t bring up any trauma for you like it does for me.
The brain tumors eventually lead to him losing his ability to walk which put him in a wheelchair. He also lost his ability to speak and he went deaf. He could still communicate by reading lips and sign language. So for me to be able to really communicate with him, I had to learn the basics of sign language. But before that, I would have to talk to him using a whiteboard, writing out what I wanted to say.
It was hard to get me to want to learn sign language when I was only 5 years old. So my aunt used to offer to let me rent a video game if I learned new words in sign language and practiced.
I had only seen him a few times after my aunt adopted me because it was hard to go back and forth.
2 years after I was adopted, my dad died.
I want to go a little deeper into this story though, so it gets told the way it needs to be.
This is how they found out my dad had brain tumors.
My dad would get off of work and he’d go over to my mom’s house and say he had BAD headaches. The headaches were so bad he would throw up and literally couldn’t see sometimes.
Eventually, when it kept happening they knew he needed to go to the doctor for all of the headaches. They gave him and MRI and that’s when they found out he had brain tumors. And not only the 3 LARGE brain tumor. They also found dozens and dozens of other ones.
He had his first brain tumor surgery before I was even born. It was the same year my mom graduated high school.
When they opened up his skull, aside from the large brain tumors the MRI showed, his brain was full of what looked like little pen dots. The doctor said there were so many brain tumors it was hard to count them all.
After surgery, he had physical therapy, speech therapy, and vision therapy to recover from the surgery. Because the operation affected his brain, the surgery paralyzed the side of his face.
From then on, it was just a survival game.
Then, I was born in St. James Hospital in Chicago Heights, IL on the south side of Chicago.
Right after I was born, my mom and dad got an apartment in West Chicago.
My mom was working two jobs at the same time and trying to take classes to be a nurse at South Holland. My dad stayed home and watched me. Because of his condition, this is all he could really do.
From all the intense amounts of stress taking care of my dad, worrying about him, having two jobs, PLUS going to school, my mom got really really sick when I was 1. She was admitted to the hospital with pneumonia and when she was hospitalized, they told her she had juvenile type 1 diabetes.
That’s when things got even harder for her. No one was helping her bring my dad to doctor, other appointments or anything else that was going on with both of their health conditions.
Because of all of the issues, no one helping my mom, and her finding out she had diabetes, my mom moved back home with her parents and my dad had to move back home too.
She was still picking him up and bringing him to his doctor’s appointments twice a week.
But now, since she was sick, and my dad was sick, she was working, and no one was helping bring him to doctor’s appointments, everything was getting worse. Slowly, my father started pushing my mom away, saying that it wasn’t fair to her that she had to be with someone who was dying.
My mom’s life turned upside down, she still managed to finish nursing school.
This didn’t include all of her stress from me, in the next story I’ll tell you why my mom had to put me in psychiatric hospitals.
📣 Thank you for watching I appreciate you.
Keep believing in yourself and Keep hustlin’