Unfortunately, where I live, they do not treat Leukemia. Therefore, I spent six months full time and three more months half time travelling back and forth for treatment. A year and a half later from when it all started I now go back about once a month for an assessment. They do my bloodwork every two weeks. Fun stuff. Yesterday I spent the day in Vancouver.
I try to make the most of my traveling day so it's not all about Dr.s appoinments. I chose to play with my camera as the day was moody. This is a shot off the ferry of a ferry.
This is the Granville Island Market, candy shop. MMmmm...candy!
This is the hospital that I lived in for 9 weeks without being able to go outside. I was at the top on the 15th floor. I almost break out into a sweat just looking at this building now.
I was brave and visited the 15th floor this time. I was able to visit and photograph my tile that I made "in house". Notice the angry spider amidst the lovey quotes and happy tiles. I ended up painting the green apple just to be a conformist.
Here I am at the unit. I didn't leave these doors for months. I was almost afraid if I went back, they wouldn't let me out again. Fear is a strange thing.
I no longer feel the same or look the same. I, in fact, am not the same, right down to my DNA. One thing I am, though, is alive.
I know I will find myself again. I have to.
Everything always looks sweeter on the way home.