I'm brushing up, what I think to be a great story, about a catheter. I'll have it ready for you tomorrow.
I was thinking today about people who have disease similar to mine. Once afflicted you quit being you. You are defined by the drip of an IV, defined by the torture that you are to your friends and family, defined by lack of funds, defined by all that you can not control.
Then there is possibility. You have no more possibility. Your possibility is limited by a number that is delivered from this test or that. Gone is that school boy bike ride in halcyon summer days where anything is possible. Gone are the possibilities of career promotion, cool vacations and simple road trips. The disease disgustingly limits possibility.
Not sure what my point is there. Warned you that this wouldn't be all cancer all the time but sometimes.
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