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September 20th.  Boston.  I await your presence. The major, one year Bone Marrow Transplant appointment is that date - a bit earlier than the actual one year date.  That's fine by me. I'll be getting every shot that I ever had.  All the booster's, baby shots... everything - because everything was killed. I'll be getting blood-work.  It'll show how my immune system is doing, if I'm free... or if I'm not. It'll show if I beat this, or if I didn't. I'll be having a consultation with a surgeon and hopefully a surgery I've been waiting for for over a year to take place shortly after - to have my abdominal hernias removed (again- because Vermo

Things are odd, I'll leave it at that.  I've gotten physically stronger yet weaker and I've been worried about my mental health.  My mind has always worked in an interesting way, maybe it's just me, maybe it's the drugs, maybe it's because I've forgotten my independence, maybe it's my free spirit... I'm not too worried about the cause right now. People ask me what I'm most excited for when day 365 comes - a year from transplant, and I am free again. There's a few things: Feeling like myself again is probably #1. Living on my own. Marijuana. New experiences. Piercings and tattoos. Travel - while stalking bands... I had 12 piercings in

Why does broken love have to happen when a person is already going through what may be the toughest experience of their life?  I'm not going to talk about it, because it'll depress me.  But seriously, worst timing ever, and my self-confidence got killed. Anyway, here's the update since my past entry  Everything turned to hell.  I was admitted into Boston hospital for two weeks and since I got home I've been sick in bed for two months.  Wanted nothing to do with anything or anyone because I was so ill, was just miserable all the time and wanted to die.  Even before (the above) happened and he was here living with me.  These past months have b