Update on my uncle...
I don't know if you guys remember me mentioning an uncle of mine suffering of leukemia a few months back...and how he had undergone a bone marrow transplant surgery and how it had made him all better.
Well, he's ill again.
Apparently even after the transplant some cancer cells were left over, and these started multiplying again...so now he's on the borderline of acute leukemia. The doctors want to intervene with another bone marrow transplant as a last resort, but my uncle hasn't decided whether he wants to get it at all or not. Chances of the transplant working are much slimmer at this stage, and he doesn't want my other uncle (his older brother) to be affected health-wise by being a donor again (since last time he was affected).
6 doctors got together and have said that only a miracle can save him. My uncle is 55 years old, and he's been fighting this cancer for 2-3 years. He knows he may die soon.
My grandmother doesn't know anything yet, and they're afraid to tell her yet because of how it may affect her. Obviously she'll have to know at some point. My mom's been crying every once in a while.
This is so weird for me...I always get so odd around death (or the prospect of death). I feel and act like I don't care, when truly deep down I know I do. It's like a huge chunk of me doesn't want to assimilate it or something; I don't know. At least I hope it's that; I'd hate to think I'm just too selfish for it to really affect me.
Well, he's ill again.
Apparently even after the transplant some cancer cells were left over, and these started multiplying again...so now he's on the borderline of acute leukemia. The doctors want to intervene with another bone marrow transplant as a last resort, but my uncle hasn't decided whether he wants to get it at all or not. Chances of the transplant working are much slimmer at this stage, and he doesn't want my other uncle (his older brother) to be affected health-wise by being a donor again (since last time he was affected).
6 doctors got together and have said that only a miracle can save him. My uncle is 55 years old, and he's been fighting this cancer for 2-3 years. He knows he may die soon.
My grandmother doesn't know anything yet, and they're afraid to tell her yet because of how it may affect her. Obviously she'll have to know at some point. My mom's been crying every once in a while.
This is so weird for me...I always get so odd around death (or the prospect of death). I feel and act like I don't care, when truly deep down I know I do. It's like a huge chunk of me doesn't want to assimilate it or something; I don't know. At least I hope it's that; I'd hate to think I'm just too selfish for it to really affect me.