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So, I saw my Boston doctor yesterday, who is about way old, but super nice, and he confirmed that I have acute lymphoblastic leukemia (ALL). And then I flew home. And my mom pretty much packed for me. I was more of a lump than any sort of help. Not a cancerous lump though, so that's good. Actually, wait. .... I suppose that technically, I was a cancerous lump... hmm. Anyway. Today I went to the cancer clinic at the University of Chicago hospital. It's one of the best in the midwest (what, what!) in terms of treatment. They took more blood (I'm suprised I have any left) and told me about what the next two years of my life are going to look like. That's right, two years.
Basically, the full leukemia treatment is going to cover the next 24 months. I'll be 22 when this is all finished. That's weird. And also somewhat scary. murh. But so for the next six or seven months, I will be undergoing intense chemotherapy--a veritable coctail of daily and weekly drugs. Mmm, drugs. crap. I just opened up disk defragmenter, and this isn't my computer. it disappeared; I'm not sure where. oh well. Anyway. So, pills, IVs, yes, even a Spinal Tap! And it all starts tomorrow with another bone-marrow biopsy. I think I'll be in the hospital for between 7 and 9 days, beginning tomorrow. I just hope I can be home for Christmas. This chemo is going to be such a bitch. The nurse told me I'm going to lose my hair, and I was like, "Sweet, you mean I won't have to shave my legs for the next six months?!" She replied with a, "No, you probably won't lose your body hair; just from your head." Damn it. But my eyebrows will remain. Hoo-rah. I'm also going to try and bring in my guitar. We'll see how that goes over. Otherwise, if anyone wants to suggest books or movies or music, I'm not going to have much else to do for a while.
Okay, I am going to go eat dirty, dirty Mexican food with my brother and pater. Megan, you'd cry if you saw this place. Aside from that, I feel fine. I'm doing okay. I'm trying not to think about the next week+. Keep on keeping on, I suppose. Pax from Chicago.