Present

Well it's a rainy day in STL. It's perfect for having my treatment. I look around at new faces facing much worse treatment than myself. I hate seeing young teenagers coming in for Chemo. I try to imagine what must go through thier head. I think of my life that has been rich with love and laughter. Then I look over and really realize that life should just be beginning for them. It really is quite heart breaking. Time to go. I like getting out of here as soon as they let me.