It had to go but it's departure was not a good one yesterday. It was more than a stick. It was a real poke, a couple of them. The veins are not very interested in being invaded after all these years. Digging, in more than one spot.
It was accomplished but the bruises tell the tale.
I don't think there is anything quite like the quiet tears.
Twenty Years, Two Hundred and Forty Months, Seven Thousand Days, and Three Hundred Days. Since we started chasing Leukemia.
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