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Bruised and Blue

I'm in a funk today. I went to bed feeling okay, and woke up feeling like a little old lady. My hips, knees, and back are feeling the all too familiar pain. I went down for my second Neupogen shot today and I've decided I'm just so tired of making that drive- although it is very scenic, so I shouldn't complain too much.

For some reason my body doesn't like the Neupogen I don't think. The shots burn, they make me swell, and I have a huge bruise on my belly from yesterday's shot.

The nurse who administered the shot today noticed my abdominal scar and asked about it. Nothing like bringing attention to something I'm already self conscious about... so maybe that's contributing to my funk. Clearly I know that scar is there...I see it every day. But every so often it reminds me of how much has changed in such a short period of time, and how I'm scarred for life - in more ways than one.

Thank God I'm so close to the end, or I'd really be a sad mess today.

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  1. MamaMay 19, 2011 at 8:01 AM

    Scarred or blessed, that is the question! In the years to come, you will not notice the scar at all but you will have the year to enjoy with your family. Scars fade - memories don't. Yes, you have been traumatized by the disease but don't let it overcome you. Your life will never be the same - maybe better because you will treasure life and not take it for granted. Mother has spoken! Love Mama

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  2. Sanchez FamilyMay 19, 2011 at 9:31 AM

    almost there. almost there. ALMOST THERE!!!

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