April 6th
Bone Marrow transplants are the worst things to come to this earth, but it saved my life.
Thinking about it, its really really gross
First, they strip a layer off you're bone, and replace it with someone else's bone.
I don't want leukemia
April 7th
A bruise is forming on my left arm. Because of Leukemia.
I may survive until I'm 13. I may be able to be a teenager.
Maybe.
April 30th
Surprise operation. I passed out that night. I had to go to the hospital for a while.
Margaret knows I have leukemia. Sucks. I didn't want her to know. Now she thinks I'm weird and desesed.
May 31st
More treatment. My life is really boring. All treatment, and operations.
April 22nd
It was horrible. The worst thing ever.
I had an operation and something happened. I was unconscious for nearly 2 weeks. After that, they kept me in the hospital for weeks. Then, I was so tired, I couldn't move, so I spent a couple months in bed.
Sucks to be me.
We've (Doctors, me, mom, dad) have decided to let me live like a normal kid for the summer. Then, I'll probably die, but at least I can live like a normal kid for that time.
I'm 12 now. I guess I won't be able to be 13, but at least I can be normal, for a couple months.
Short, I know, but there's nothing really to put. Leukemia's so repetitive, operation treatment. Repetitive. RR PLZ!