My big question to all my dear readers is what metaphor should I use for Amanda and Her Chemo Army versus Stupid Leukemia Cells? Humans versus Cylons? Elves versus Orcs? Aslan versus The Snow Queen? X-Men versus the Sentinels? Give me some good ideas, my oh-so-creative compatriots.
For those of you asking about bone marrow transplants and the like: For me a bone marrow transplant is pretty far down the road and not a definite. Still, if you would like to donate in my effort or honor, please by all means. Just be prepared to give your marrow for not just me, but any needy stranger struggling with a bone cancer.
If you aren't prepared to donate marrow someday, please, please PLEASE give blood. So far during my stay here in LeukemiaTown I've had seven blood transfusions, and there are many more in store for this girlie. Yeah, giving blood can be a pain and unpleasant, but right now it's literally saving me. I've had seven strangers help me without even knowing. Transfusions aren't just helping accident victims or surgery patients, but your truly and many other people fighting leukemia.
Donate a pint of blood in my honor, and it would be a more beautiful gift than a bouquet of the most beautiful flowers.
For all you sending comments and messages of well wishes, as well as my interweb buddies who are recounting my plight on their blogs, THANK YOU! XOXOXOXOXOX All the virtual outpouring of love and support frustrates this Southern gal raised to send out Thank You Notes for every good turn. There's just too damn many of you to thank individually, but know that every blessing and good thought that you send touches my heart, boosts my spirits, and sometimes makes me a little weepy.
Today is my mom's birthday.