435 Days After My Diagnosis

So here I am. My first infusion. I have this overwhelming feeling of sadness and anxiety. The sadness comes from acceptance of my illness. The anxiety comes from not having my sisters here. I thought I could do this on my own. I watch TV and see people do their chemo infusions and iron infusions … Continue reading 435 Days After My Diagnosis


Those Hands

Those are the hands that seemed so tiny at first but continued to grow stronger each day as he learned to tie his shoes, zip his jacket, color in the lines, swing a bat, and throw a ball. Those are the hands that constantly tugged on my pant leg, tapped me on the back because … Continue reading Those Hands