Six Years

Six years ago today I walked into an exam room and a doctor told me that I had leukemia. I was admitted to the hospital the next day for the first of many month-long hospital stays, and the day after I started chemotherapy. A week later I finished my first ever round of chemo and celebrated my 20th birthday.

A lot has happened health-wise in six years. I relapsed a few times, had a couple of transplants, got all kinds of crazy treatments, racked up several more stays in the hospital, had lots of blood and platelet transfusions, spent countless hours with various healthcare providers. But the most important thing that has happened in the past six years is that I LIVED. Despite leukemia's ongoing efforts to get rid of me, I am still here.

Up yours, jackass.