The color is starting to come back - hallelujah.
It's more than official, I'm certifiably anemic. Three IV iron treatments in six years, does anyone see a pattern developing?
Too bad I have to go and let myself go to hell before I'll actually do anything about it. I chewed so much ice in the last eight months, I actually cracked my only crown. Now, I'll have to sell a kidney to pay for the dental repair.
Monday was a long day but at least I left knowing I would feel better. Unfortunately, anemics aren't the only ones who visit the hematologist, so do cancer patients. During my six hour treatment, three other patients were in and out, all receiving chemotherapy, all fighting cancer and all hoping for a miracle.
It was a long day of reality check. Life's still not fair. Fair is where you go to see the pig races. Yep, life is tough and all of us are sick in one way or another, hoping for a miracle.
