Some of you might already know me, especially if your within a 50 mile radious, or if you’re like me, you know my face…but do not ask me your name. Doesn’t that drive you crazy when that happens…(laughing). Today, I am 67 years old, been living alone for about the last 20 years. I am Mom, Gram to 4 amazing grandkids; Damen, Dom, Huck, and Princess Mae (thats what I call her), and love them all to pieces. I am an alcoholic with 14 1/2 years sober still, I am an 9 year lung cancer survivor, I survived a horrible case of shingles (the most pain I have been in my entire life), I have severe COPD, PAD, aorta aneurysm, Chronic Back Pain that I would not wish on anyone ,and I have been battling with a Hemifacial Spasm in my left eye, which now, also affects the left side of my face and makes me look like the elephant man. I have been fighting to get relief since the day I woke up from lung surgery 9 years ago. Oh and yes “ringing or buzzing constantly in your ears does really happen, (right now it sounds like I am standing under a tree full of locust chirping, or whatever they do). I survived marriage, and then going back and living with a narcissists, fueled by alcohol, jelously, and the need to control and ruin my life. “You never know what goes on behind closed doors.” (might want to write that down). In 2011, October 30, I called a friend and asked for help, I knew I was slowly dyying from the hold alcohol had on me. I had to check into the hospital (no treatment center had the capability to sober me up, I needed round the clock care). My friend and my boss at the time, loaded my still drunk but in the car and I checked in the hospital. None of my family showed up. The last thing I remember was my friend saying they were taking me to ICU, oh shit I said…”Keep Comin’ Back,” to read more.