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Documenting not dying since October 2013.

The 15th & 16th; I would like a break from hospital appointments please.

The 15th of March. I feel a bit rubbish tonight. I am hoping I'm just tired 'cause if I'm not, then I'm sick. I'm having a hard time taking deep breaths and I keep coughing. I didn't have a great sleep so I'll have an early night tonight.

Well my day has been spent mainly being stressed about food. I gained weight again yesterday and I literally cannot cope. I fucking hate my brain at times like this because it's a downward spiral and I am unable to think about anything else.

I had a break from it this afternoon when I watched the Veronica Mars movie. It's pretty perfect. Every nostalgic moment made me squeal with joy and Mommy was laughing at my gasps towards the end. I won't spoil it, but if you're a fan, you'll be happy. Well I am.

Mommy and I just had a great chat about how we would like Justin Bieber to be horribly maimed. I like the idea of one of his dancers being a ninja and taking him out mid-concert.

The 16th of March.

I think I am okay. Just tired. I had a better sleep, and I haven't coughed as much today so I must have just been having a little fit last night.

My Sunday morning routine was restored this week with the return of Sunday Brunch. So I watched that with my breakfast and coffee. This afternoon, I started reading Jeffery Deaver's new set of short stories, Trouble in Mind (The Goldfinch has been put to one side for now).

I spent a little bit of time down the garden, taking pictures of the frogs. There are so many frogs! All climbing on top of each other. I do feel a bit sorry for the lady frogs.

GvHD clinic tomorrow. I would like a break from hospital appointments please.

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The 17th & 18th; He doesn't think of me as being terminally ill.

The 13th & 14th; It's unfathomable to me.