My Reason for Getting up Each Day - My Little Lardla!
Here I sit alone again. In a quiet hospital room - with soft, distant beeps calling out. Nine months since my last blog post. I stare at a blank screen. My health? Well, no white blood counts; no immune system to write home about. My new norm as I learn to live with my surname, Leukemia. Thankfully, I have my laptop. My window to the world outside. Mixed emotions every day. Memories of minglings and conversations taunt me. Does anyone even know I am alive? Leukemia can be so lonely. I long for a warm hug. A warm smile. A warm caress. Whispers of yet another stem-cell transplant linger. Can I go thru that again? I lost 100 pounds the first time around. I don’t have another to spare. But I have to keep hope. I have to keep trying. Leukemia cannot stop me. It’s only putting these fucking traffic cones in the road that makes me swerve here and there. They gave me only two months to live, two years ago. I guess I am beating the odds. So ...