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Im 13. Right now, I’m in a perfect position. I have a great school, perfect friends. I guess you could say im in my niche. my mom is moving us across the country in February. Im popular at my school, and really nice. When I go to my new school, however, I’ll know no one, with no idea what that class has learned when everyone knows each other and where they belong. PLEASE DON’T SAY ” JUST SMILE AND SAY HI.” because that doesn’t seem to work. People glare at me like I’m a plague. Bleh. I’m just wondering what you would do in my situation. My sister in law lives across the country and says people act and dress a lot different than the people here do.I kind of want to be homeschooled, but I won’t really know anyone then. THANKS IN ADVANCE:)

So a friend of ours recently recommended that we try to to get some information about this institute for treatment.
However, the website seems kind of vague and I don’t even know if they treat small cell lung cancer outside of trials or not… Upon further research I noticed that they have been doing the antineoplastins trials for years now and nobody can really confirm or deny that it is working.
The COST of treatment is INSANE. Of course, I know that any form of cancer treatment and medicine is a bit out there… but they ask for $500 just to look at your records, $1000 for the consult, then a DEPOSIT of $10,000 for ‘treatment’, and $5000 – $10,000 for medicine deposits.. as well as a monthly fee of a few thousand.
I’m just not sure how I feel about it at all. I am not the patient here, it’s my mom.. but before we get our hopes up on anything I am trying my hardest to research the options. I have heard of gene-therapy and that there are several trials out there that HAVE gotten good results. I think I am most un-nerved by the fact that this particular clinic isn’t affiliated with any insurance companies and the FDA took YEARS to allow the trials to move to phase three.
Does anyone have any alternative places to share? Or has anyone tried this clinic with good results?
We aren’t too well on funding at the moment (but we can find ways to cover it.. should we find some form of proof that the treatment DOES work) and I would much rather prefer to spend the money on actually keeping my mother healthy- instead of giving the money to people who are feeding on the hopes of the ill.
We are trying our best to find a way to help my mother and hopefully beat this cancer. Any help on this subject or if someone can even find some kind of research reguarding these treatments.. I would much appreciate it

Let me know what you think. It’s kind of dark
Wrote it to this instrumental:

Out of sight, out of mind,
out of time, to decided.
Do we run?
Should I hide?
For the rest, of my life.
x2
This little girl named Sarah didn’t have a problem in the world
Till her daddy died she cried visions swirled she curled up against her Mom
Holding palms to keep her calm tears leaked down her cheeks
She didn’t speak for weeks except the shrieks she made while she was asleep
She kept discrete dealing with her feelings kneeling praying for any kind of healing
Hoping her daddy was hearing Sarah’s Mom heard every word through the ceiling
It killed her seeing her daughter grieving so she got back into dating making
Attempt’s to find a husband but found no one that could replace the space
Of Sarah’s father but they were running out of dollars, it was hard raising a toddler alone
They had to get loans just to keep on their phone, they started becoming all bone
They couldn’t afford good food, Sarah’s Mom would strip nude just to pay their dues
She started talking to her private clients then met an appliance man named Dan
Who offered her a wedding band and She said Yes then Sarah started to feel a mess
Out of sight, out of mind,
out of time, to decided.
Do we run?
Should I hide?
For the rest, of my life.
x2
Dan was a ticking time bomb always abusing Sarah’s Mom
She would vomit in disgust that she had fallen for his trust
He was in it for lust but she needed him for bills
Sarah would get the chills watchin her dig in the pill bottle
What a model for a child Sarah no longer smiled
all the while at school she felt isolated and degraded
That her Mom affiliated with a person that she hated
Sarah persuaded to her Mom that they needed to move on
So upon getting home they packed up all of their things
Then the door bell ringed it was Dan he had forgot his key
He looked through the window saw the bags and screamed violently
Don’t you dare fvcking leave! he covered his fist over with his sleeve
Punched out the window then went niave strangling his wife
Sarah was shocked in fright watching him take her mothers life
She quickly grabbed a knife and repeatedly stabbed him threw his wind pipe
Out of sight, out of mind,
out of time, to decided.
Do we run?
Should I hide?
For the rest, of my life.
x2

I always thought he was just the type that liked to pick on people, iv had a bad view of him when I was growing up. it seemed like he was just trying to find ways to get at me and my brother. As I’m older now I realize that he is actually very reasonable and only wants us to work hard so that we could be successful. When it was my birthday I asked my mom if I could get an iPod touch and she got mad and said no and kept saying it. I thought this year I was going to get nothing, but a day ago I saw this iPod touch on the niche and saw the name of who ordered it. My dad. I never thought he truly cared about us. Thanks for reading I just thought I had to share this!

I always thought he was just the type that liked to pick on people, iv had a bad view of him when I was growing up. it seemed like he was just trying to find ways to get at me and my brother. As I’m older now I realize that he is actually very reasonable and only wants us to work hard so that we could be successful. When it was my birthday I asked my mom if I could get an iPod touch and she got mad and said no and kept saying it. I thought this year I was going to get nothing, but a day ago I saw this iPod touch on the niche and saw the name of who ordered it. My dad. I never thought he truly cared about us. Thanks for reading I just thought I had to share this!

Is my life epic enough to sell to a book writer? And is it even possible to sell my life story to a book writer or film maker?
My Mom had a afair with her sisters husband. I was a created from the afair. I never knew I was a product of a afair. My mom hates me, and blames me for being born. Because my moms husband is african american, so its very obviouse my mom had a afair. Despite this my mom, and step dad lied to me, and told me I was mixed. I grew up getting into fights with black people telling me Im not black, and me telling them I am. I saw my face as mixed even though I am obviosly white. I have a point European nose, and jewish features. Light brown even blondish hair, and blue eyes.My mom left me and took my brothers and sisters with her when I was 16 teen. She came back a year later and continued hating me. She would have my older brother beat me up, even jump me with other kids. She would buy, or make dinner for all my siblings except me. And she even told me every day I am a retard, and will never be anything. She ment it literally, that I had a mental disability. The guidence counselor at my school tried to tell her I scored the highest on the state math test. And that I should go to college, and asked her to sign a schollarship paper. My mom told the guidence counselor im a little retart , and I am not going to college. She then(my mom) told me to get a job at a factory.She planned to make me un marriable and have me forever tucked away in her basement hiding the secret. But I was handsome girls would call the house, guidence counselors were knocking because I was smart. So to solve her problem she kicked me out the house, and had me disowned from the whole famly cuzins, and all. She told them I was a bad terrible son. I stayed in agroup home, and still finished my senior year of high school. the group home had a step program to get those kids working a apartment. I found a job quickly, and was going to get the apartment. Until my mom called the week before knowing said she wants me to come home. My mom and dad had been seperated for the 2 months I was gone. The day I came back my step Dad sucker punched me in the mouth my mom told the police it was my fault and they locked me up. I spent three days in jail till my cuzin bailed me out. My Dad droped the fake charges because it was bringing my Mom un wanted attention. Then I finally figured out why my mom was doing this, and that I was a product of a afair. I acidently bumped into my uncle, that I was never aloud to see, or be at the same famly get togethers as. He had my face, even my weird hands. My ant told me that the afair happend when they had a 1year old sone and a 2 yearold son, and when. that placed the afair at nine months before I was born.I eventually made into NYU( a good school). I teach kids who go through abuse like me. And I even act or try to be a star.I was on one collegehumor sketh , and had one speaking under 5 in a movie.I actually even landed a lead in a NBC pilot that was cancled. Sorry Im babbling. But really what do you think? Is this worthy of a novel? theres other small stories in my life that go with my story. Like the time I caused a huge union strike at a supermarket I worked at for discriminating agianst me. I won and the racist super market was forced to finaly hire minoritys from the section 8 housing project across the street.I came from little rochester new york to big NYC by myself.I put on a whole theater show before with a simple marketting plan and fufilled my first dream of doing sketch comedy. My first modeling gig the guy wiped out his meat and put porn on , and said I need you to be more sexy. I ran away! My x threw a brick at my friend because she was jealouse. And made me loose my voice before my first audition because swhe was so jealose/insecure (it was a sex scene). My baby sister would always talk to me, and play with me. I decided I could never see her again when my mom slammed her head into the wall for talking to me. She was hysterical when that happened, and hysterical when I told her at 5 I wasnt going to be able to see her for a long time. I had asmthma so my mom washed all the room walls in clorox. I started to turn blue(my lips) so she put me in a beach chair sitting up. And told me I dont want to pay for a ambulance we cant aford it. And the car doesent run well. My aunt busted in and drove me to the hospital the 1o minute ride. The doctor looks at my mom and tells her I only had 10 or 15 minutes to live.I think this could be a book, but maybe theres plenty of stories like that already?so what do you think?novelist will take it?