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Just Di
Sunday, February 10
another pill
It's been pretty hard lately. My body is finding it's limitations.
I'm anemic again and will have to go in and get platelets.
After all the surgeries and procedures. After all the scans
this is what we've come to. I found a fear.
Part of me is totally into blood drives and all the testing
of people to see if their bone marrow matches, it saves
lives, it saved mine but think about it, this is some strangers
blood. Some unknown donor.
I know it saves my life, I know it gives me energy and
I'm superwoman in the first 3 hours.
It's so scary... It's just so scary. I can't explain it.
I try not to even think about it, but it's always there in
the back of my head.
I wonder how long it's going to take to get over this?
The infinite question for a stolen life.
The things you have to do to stay alive, I hope no one
ever has to ever choose.
God works in mysterious ways. But that question is
still sitting heavy in my heart...
I would have lost the game either way.
I just wish sometimes...
I'm anemic again and will have to go in and get platelets.
After all the surgeries and procedures. After all the scans
this is what we've come to. I found a fear.
Part of me is totally into blood drives and all the testing
of people to see if their bone marrow matches, it saves
lives, it saved mine but think about it, this is some strangers
blood. Some unknown donor.
I know it saves my life, I know it gives me energy and
I'm superwoman in the first 3 hours.
It's so scary... It's just so scary. I can't explain it.
I try not to even think about it, but it's always there in
the back of my head.
I wonder how long it's going to take to get over this?
The infinite question for a stolen life.
The things you have to do to stay alive, I hope no one
ever has to ever choose.
God works in mysterious ways. But that question is
still sitting heavy in my heart...
I would have lost the game either way.
I just wish sometimes...
