This is hard for me to write. Yesterday was an emotional roller coaster for me. Just after we set out in the morning I was thinking that it was the first time since my illness that I spent whole days not thinking about being sick. Then we came across a mobile blood donation bus set up along the side of the road. I have been the recipient of so many blood products that I decided to stop and thank them for what they were doing on a Sunday morning. In conversation with one of the volunteers I learned that she had lost her husband to leukemia 10 years ago. Same diagnosis as mine, had a bone marrow transplant then relapsed and died.
The very next person I came in contact with was working in a deli where we were buying sandwiches to have lunch on the ferry. She was wearing the same type of orange wrist band that I wear. I asked her who had leukemia and she started to tear up and told me that her cousin did and that she was not going to make it.
Too many have died.