Friday, October 26, 2007
I've just had the shit scared out of me. I actually left the house for a bit today and when I came back there was a message from my Dr.'s office for me to call them. I get blood work done every two weeks because my type of leukemia is aggressive and quick. I have the results sent to my house directly just to be sure.
I'm at the end of the road for my treatment. I am in remission and everything should be okay from here on but if it came back....
When the school principal calls the first thing she says is, "Your son/daughter is okay!" and then she talks to you about whatever. I think when leaving messages the Dr.'s office should say "You're not going to die!"
It turns out they wanted to talk about my vagina but I almost wore out the phone calling them because they weren't picking up.
I had a fellow bone marrow transplanter say to me once "Aren't you constantly afraid it will come back? I'm terrified every time I get my blood work done".
NO. I am not afraid and don't give it much of a thought when they draw my blood. I'm living today and I refuse to live in fear.
I am shaking now, though. My yummy pie tastes like cardboard. Fear sucks ass.