Okay, I have one for you. And as it's 3.00am my time, and I have nothing better to do, IT'S GOING TO BE A LONG ONE (And MANY of my Eroids Mates on here who were the back bone to my recovery can confirm what I have gone through).

Back in August 2012 I was on a particularly heavy 22 week cycle. Part of the cycle contained Liquid Anadrol. I'd been taking the said product for approximately 4 weeks, along with EQ, Sustanon and Test P. One morning I was awoken by an uncontrollable coughing fit. I THOUGHT I was just coughing up spittle.

BUT OH HOW WRONG WAS I.

The, 'Spittle', had a nasty metallic taste to it and when I turned the light on to see what the hell was going on, it turned out to be blood. NOT jut a little bit either. I'd COVERED my pillow, sheets and upper part of the mattress I was laying with so much blood it later had to replaced with a new one.

About a week previous, the pinning sites on my butt, where I'd been pinning the Sus & EQ had developed FIST SIZED abscesses and were EXTREMELY painful whenever touched. (IF you've ever had an abscess you'll know that no matter what you do to TRY to protect the area, you ALWAYS end up bagging it, or your Mrs grabs it during, well, you know what or some other reason will result in you griping your very soul with a "Oh F**K. THAT Hurt"). I contacted the source of the products and informed him that I had contracted these two FIST-SIZED infections, only for him to respond with a, "This is the first time I have heard this happened. Please accept some new stock with a full refund and please don't tell anyone about it". FOOLISHLY, I accepted the replacements and refund and kept my mouth shut to protect the source. (The abscess later turned out to have been caused by the Sustanon & Test P being nothing more than tainted RAPESEED OIL).

Back to the coughing up of the blood. I have a cat and I originally thought that, because he was asleep on my pillow, where he always sleeps, that I'd inhaled some of his fine hairs and it had aggravated my throat and that was why I'd coughed up the blood. But this coughing lasted for a further 3 days (WITHOUT me telling ANYONE about and hiding what was happening to me), 8 or 9 times A DAY, before I finally collapsed in the back garden, unable to breath, trying desperately to hide from my family what was happening, totally unable to get oxygen into my body because my LEFT lung had started to collapse. It was later discovered that I had an Alveolar Hemorrhage of the left lung, where the blood was attempting to clot up, but because of the EXTREMELY OVERDOSED EQ & LIQUID ANADROL I was taken, I was producing too much red blood cells for my body to cope with and it was causing me to breath blood into my right lung when I was trying to expel it. I was drowning in my own blood. Hence the collapse in the garden.

Instead of calling 911, my Mrs, being an ER Nurse for over 20 years, knew that I had to get to the ER, but also knew that time was not on my side. I could not wait for an ambulance. I was bundled into the car and she ATTEMPTED to drive me to the hospital. But when you're speeding and you're in an emergency, you know you're going to get pulled over by the Doughnut Eaters. When the officer and his partner approached our car, but before they could ask their dumb questions, my Mrs was out of the car, screaming at them that her husband was dying in the passenger seat of the car and she needed to get me to the hospital 2 miles further up the road. When the young officer looked in the car and saw me sitting in the passenger seat, covered from head to knee caps in blood soaked clothing, he turned WHITE. He told my Mrs to get back into our car, told his partner, "DRIVE MAN, JUST DRIVE", and shouted to my Mrs to, "FOLLOW US", as they led the way through the traffic to the hospital.

When we arrived at the hospital, I was so weak from the amount of blood I had been VIOLENTLY coughing up, covering the inside of the car and the roof lining, and not being able to oxygenate my system because of it, I was unable to get myself out of the car. My Mrs and one of the officers ran into the ER department to get help and returned with two orderlies and a stretcher as the second officer is telling me while I'm hanging out of the passenger door, "You're going to be alright, Sir. We're at the hospital". The orderlies and the officers PICKED me up out of the car, dropped me onto a gurney and whisked me through to the crowded waiting room and into a cubicle as my Mrs is SCREAMING at her colleagues to help me.

All I remember of the remainder of that day is looking at Mrs, who KNEW that I was in a 15 MINUTE, DO OR DIE, LIFE-THREATENING state and who was looking at her husband COVERED in the red stuff, and I mouthed the words, "I'm sorry, Baby Darling", as I passed out.

I woke up 6 hours later, nice and clean again, with tubes and pipes coming out of every orifice on my body you can imagine, laying in the fetal position on my right side in the Florida East Hospital I.C.U department. I continued to expel blood from my left lung into a basin in amounts in excess of 750CC's at a time, 12-14 times a day. With all of the OVERDOSED GEAR I had been taking for 5 weeks and the medication that they were having to put into me, my system was fighting them tooth and nail, all the way. I was receiving one particular medical steroid, that was DESIGNED TO SHUT DOWN MY RED BLOOD CELL PRODUCING SYSTEM. But because of the heavy cycle I was on and because it was SO HEAVILY OVERDOSED FROM WHAT IS WAS SUPPOSED TO HAVE BEEN AND IT HAD HAD SO MUCH TIME TO POISON MY SYSTEM, the medical steroid was unable to work as efficiently as it should have.

I was in the I.C.U for a further 22 days before my body finally agreed to be nice to me again and stopped producing the copious amounts of blood and hemorrhaging of the left lung, before finally being released back into the care of my Mrs again.

During my stay in the hospital, and during one of the 8 Bronchoscopies I had had to undergo, as well as the 3 MRI scans and Lord knows what other scans I had to undergo to try and find out why my system was being so mean to me, they discovered a CANCEROUS TUMOR, growing in my Right Ventricular of my RIGHT LUNG. Meaning? My LEFT LUNG was hemorrhaging 12-14 times a day and they were unable to stop it and I now they discovered I also had LUNG CANCER IN MY RIGHT LUNG. (My Baby Darling and the doctors decided to kept this juicy piece of information from me for 4 days before they told me, as they didn't want me freaking out and giving up or losing the fight to survive).

I had to be released from hospital, instructed to take TOTAL TIME OFF, including no gym time what-so-ever, (Which sucked, SO BAD), to allow my left lung to recover strongly enough before I could undergo surgery to have the lung cancer removed by having two of my lower lobes from my right lung removed in December 2012.

After being told by the surgeons, specialists and doctors that I was going to be out of the gym for a MINIMUM of 12 months recovering, I listened to their advice for nearly two months. (I think I did well lasting so long), before I was finally walking back through the doors of the gym at the beginning of February 2013 and getting my act back together. To prove to myself, and yes, to also to give my lung cancer the finger too, but to also show myself that I still had what it takes to call myself, 'A Brother-Of-Steel'. The recovery is STILL a hard, up-hill battle on some bad days. But IF I can get my butt up and into the gym, I'm EARNING my self respect again.

MORAL OF MY STORY? "When you try to save yourself a few bucks on buying your juice, you're NOT always getting a good deal". (I now have, IN EXCESS OF, $400,000 in hospital bills to prove my point).

Welcome to MY world, Mate. LOLOL

No horror stories to tell bro! Do it right and you'll only have good stories to tell.