Hiii, my name is Madison Williams. Pretty much all of my friends call me Madie. I live in Pennsylvania in a semi small town. Ive lived her my whole life. Apparently i’m overly zealous hahha :p I’m taking by the best guy in the world, Gabe Reino. He makes me so happy c: my friends are my life and that’s about it
that is my venting blog, it pretty much contains my recent life and problems, follow it if you want to know anything.
This is my story.
March 14, 1997 I was born there was a blizzard that day and that all i pretty much know lol. Lets skip forward. When I was 3 my family and I were coming home from our vacation in Florida. We went to crackle barrel to eat. I ended up passing out in my food, at first they thought i was just exhausted so my dad took me out to the car to lay down. i woke up about 20 minutes later crying, i wanted my food back lol typical 3 year old. Well they took me to the hospital because my dad had health issues so they just wanted to make sure everything was okay. They took tests on me and the next day my parents got a phone call saying a had an emergency doctors appointment. i was diagnosed as a type one diabetic just like my dad. I was put on insulin and i had to test my blood sugar every few hours. by the age of four i was injecting with myself with my needles because i knew it made my mom sick to the point of throwing up to stick needles in her 3 year old daughter every day. well nothing important happen in my life that i remember after that until i was 7. I just had a sleepover with my best friend, it was for her birthday party and she had a party. it was martian luther king jr weekend, my mom came to pick me up and on the way home she told me my dad was in the hospital. he wasnt feeling to well . he came home after a blood test that said nothing was really wrong. we went back to school the day after he came home. everything went fine that whole week. the next week he had to go back in for more tests just to be sure he was fine. after he got his tests he came home for lunch. my mom had her lunch break in about 30 minutes. she came to to find my dad collapsed in the kitchen in a pile of his blood, he passed out and broke his nose. he went back to the hospital and was sent home again, they said they didnt want to do the tests that days because of his blood loss so they told him to come back the next day. he was getting ready to leave the next day and my mom came home for her lunch brake again… this time my dad fell and broke this hip. he was rushed to the hospital yet again. they finally finished the blood tests. my dad was in the hospital for a couple days. he found out that he had heart failure and kidney failure. they gave him some medicine and he asked them to let him come home. the doctor said it was up to him. 3 days later march 2, 2005 my dad died. my sister and i were out of school for about 3 weeks when my principle said it would be best for us to come back to school. we finally did. everyone had cards and notes for us. about 3 months to the day my moms appendix burst and went through her colon, due to keeping all of her emotions bottled up. my sister and i lived with friends for the 2 weeks my mom was in the hospital getting her surgery. she was left with a colostomy bag that she would have to go get removed by another surgery in a year. When she went back for surgery my sister and i lived with different family friends this time. about a year after all of this happened i was diagnosed with a hypothyroid. i was put on medicine for this and high cholesterol. this year in august my had two hernias due to stress and not enough mussels in her stomach from her last surgery, she was put into more surgery and me and my sister had her 18 year old boy friend come live with us for a week. it was unexpected so we had to make plans quick. when my mom finally got out of the hospital my sister boyfriend broke up with her about a month later because he said he felt they were more brother and sister after living with us for 3 weeks. he pretty much left my life even though he was like the brother i never had, he said he would come visit me every weekend but i only hung out with him 2 times since then… i feel like every one i live always ending getting hurt or leaving. i now have depression and my family is in major debt due to everything that has happened. but i still manage to be happy for the most part. you just have to see the good in everything and hope for the best :)
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