G has been sick all week. She had her varicose veins banded on Weds and the pain has been nearly unbearable for her. Unbearable for me to witness her suffering.
Sometimes, I feel as though I live in an otherworld. I keep thinking we will go into a doctor appt and they will say to G, "We misdiagnosed you. You don't have myleofibrosis after all. What you have is very treatable and you will live a long and healthy life."
But we never hear those words. Instead, we hear about chemo and bone marrow transplants and GVHD. We don't ask about statistics. Ever.
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