Thursday, 17 September 2009
09:16:59 PM (GMT)
For some of you who don't know,
I have cancer. Luekemia, to be exact.
AND I DON'T CARE IF I SPELLED IT WRONG.
DEAL WITH IT.
Chemo really didn't work out, so I'm getting a bone marrow transplant this Saturday.
Today is Thursday, I'm in the rec room of the hospital, and as I write this, I'm
shasking. Sorry. I meant shaking.
Two more days.
If I die.
I love you all. All the good times we had; the good; the bad.
Thanks for being good friends.
Thanks for being shoulders to lean on;
Snacks to munch on;
Shoulders to cry on;
And hugs to savor the moment.
Sharing every laugh makes me smile.
I wish you the best in life-
All the fights we went through-
All the pain, all the sorrow, and all those laughs-
I will remember it all.
I will leave my password to Megan, Kaven and Jesse.
Go nuts over the KP if I die.
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