Life Story – Chapter 1 – Part 0

Part 0

My Mom And Dad’s Story That Lead To My Life 

My mom was 4 months pregnant with me when they found out my Dad had 3 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 because 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.  He found out he had 3 LARGE brain tumors, one in the front of his head, one by his ear, and one in the back of his head.


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, A side 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 effected his brain, the surgery paralyzed the side of his face.



You can see the right side of his face is paralyzed


From then on it was just a survival game. Slowly, My father started pushing my mom away saying “it wasn’t fair to her that she had to be with someone who was dying.” And Eventually his whole brain was filled with tumors

I was born at St. James Hospital in Chicago Heights, IL.


Right After I was born my mom and dad got an apartment in West Chicago.

My mom was working 2 jobs at the same time and trying to take classes to be a nurse at South Holland and my dad stayed home and watched me because of his condition.

My Dad had doctors appoints twice a week in downtown Chicago.

From all the intense amounts of stress taking care of my dad and her worrying about him, having 2 jobs PLUS 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 doctors and appointments or anything else that was going on with their health conditions.

Because of all of the issues and the stresses no one helping my mom and her finding out she had diabetes My mom moved back home with her parents and my dad moved back home too.

She was still picking him up and bringing him to his doctor appointments twice a week.

Now since she was sick, and my dad was sick, she was working, and no one was helping bring him to doctors appointments, everything was getting worse. My dad was pushing her away more and more because he knew he wasn’t going to survive.


Her life turned upside down, a young mother, she completely rebelled socially. She finished her nursing  school and was doing healthcare to make money.



She started going out with friends and she met Phil. Long story short, it was an abusive relationship. They were married 2 weeks and was later annulled. Like it never happened. I have BAD BAD random picture like memories being around 2 years old and seeing this guy hitting her and forcing himself on her sexually. :/

The picture on the left is the scar along her entire arm from when he pushed her down a flight of hardwood stairs.



My Mom met Bill the night before my dad’s FIRST surgery when he was going to the hospital to see my dad. And that was the very first time she had ever met him.

My dad started bringing Bill around more when I was 2, while my mom was still with Phil.

20150824_130528_2This picture was before my Mom and Bill were together.

My mom says, and I’ve always been told, my Dad was so happy and all about it for Bill being with my mom. He was financially stable and a friend of my dad who he trusted more than some random guy. He was dying and I guess this made him more comfortable.

Bill is 10 years older than my mom and was getting just out of a divorce from his first marriage.


Then she moved in with Bill and they got married.

That Phil guy I talked about showed up to their wedding and Bill broke his nose.


Here is me and my mom on her wedding day. I was 3 years old. 


Nine months after they got married my little brother was born.



novi novak at 3 years old

I was already being bad, and my behavior started getting worse. I was causing so many problems acting out about everything, I was seeing therapist by 4 years old for them to determine why I was acting out so much.

The therapist recommended my mom and dad put me into “In House Counselling – 24 hour surveillance” to try to find out what was wrong with me. That meant I was put into a live in Behavior hospital for kids by the time I was 4.

And that’s where we really begin the story.


Part 1

Chapter 1 – Part 1 – Kicked out of 1st grade, Behavior Hospitals by 5 and More Problems


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