Second part of cancer mom. I walked in on her after school and she was so drugged up on pain meds that I actually touched her eye without her blinking. Dad did little to help as he wanted her gone. He was a full diabetic. I pulled him out of insulin shock often from a little kid with sugar cubes, mint lifesavers or pepsi. Mom died in OKC hospital. I remember sitting in a window looking outward and hearing the screams while not being allowed to see. Later that evening around 1 the call came. I was crying but actually not sad. over. 15 years old and around 21 people could have taken me in. father was unfit. Why did they not to it? I was such a horrible bastard they all knew I would be too harmful to their families. Truth. Some people born to those who didn't want them in the first place are just born evil. Me. Now I have a son who is out of college and doing well. I try my best to support him although I am a little confused how to do it effectively. Cancer mom part on the way.