I am learning more and more about this cursed disease with each passing day. On one hand, I hate infusion day because there’s nothing quite so good at reminding you... Read More

Tomorrow is infusion day number 4. My first that I can drive myself to. I’m both happy and sad. I’ll miss mornings with Foody. She has a way of making... Read More

Monday was kind of a relief after an activity-free weekend. I slept. I slept a lot. On one hand, it felt just like it was what I should be doing.... Read More

Today we had a few new infusees in the group. One of them, a tall woman with amazing bone structure named Bridget, was talking about how she gets really annoyed... Read More

It’s mother’s day today and I feel like I should be writing about something pertaining to how much I admire my mother. Or how I feel about never having become... Read More