Tired, feeling like I'm coming down with something. (Not that I am, but I feel like it.)
Drinking water - just plain water. Imagine that!
The anti-barf pills seem to be working. Going back to bed.
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This blog is written by and about a guy with an incurable form of cancer. My purpose here isn't to say "woe is me", but to give insight about my thoughts, perspectives, and experiences throughout this adventure. My name is Andre. My partner's name is Ed. I intend to publish on a pretty regular basis here, but Ed might occasionally pop in with his thoughts too.
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- Birthday
- 36 hours in
- 24 hours in
- 12 hours in
- 8 hours in
- 4 hours in
- The point of no return.
- Petrified.
- Your daily fix.
- Oh, by the way.....
- 24 hour wee-wee
- Thanksgiving day.
- The daily news
- Last night and today.
- The daily grind
- Return of the prodigal.....
- I'm unable to take your call at this time.
- New birthday.
- Vacation!
- The plan?
- A productive day.
- THE call.
- A call.
- Another Monday rolls around.
- Transfusion on Monday
- Return engagement
- Home again, home again, jiggity-jig
- Petechia
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1 comment:
Glad the anti-upchuck pills are working for you. I have an image of your new stem cells as racing bikes all revving up, waiting for the green light. Sending good thoughts your way.
~Kelsey
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