So this sucks. I went to the doctors on March 27th because I thought I had a cold, next day was admitted to the ER, then the hospital and diagnosed with ALL. I've been in here for 14 days now, and have 19 days left of the in-patient treatment plan. At least the nurses are awesome. Food sucks though. I think I miss sushi the most.
It hasn't hit me that I'm fighting cancer, everything has just kind of whizzed around me I didn't get a second to process results. It was seriously, I went to the ER for blood, they took blood, dropped the bomb, and admitted me from there. When does it finally hit you?
I also feel like I should cry more, but I'm just kind of zen about it - might be the anxiety medicine though. It also sucks not having anyone who gets it. I'm the youngest on the floor - 25 - and my parents and friends while are great just don't get it. I'm mostly frustrated with the lack of freedom, and that this is my life for at least the next two years.
Just trying to reach out and make a connection - bridge the gap and find someone else in similar shoes - er socks.