I vomited blood all night without the option of hospital. More dangerous! Not one person to call to help clean up that blood, bring fresh towels. The irony? I did it for fam and friends all dead no but two who live 3000 miles away. Yeah, I AM angry. Because I am finally afraid.
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Sweet friend Michele. 8 years as an oncology patient for a condition that was misdiagnosed 45 years ago has only left me afraid of watching myself bleed out in agony alone, mopping up that blood and knowing there's no further medical care but palliative. And for humankind's fate.
Oct 27, 2020 · 8:01 PM UTC




