Until I reach the lands of Canaan, I stay within Fiddler's Green.
It's been two months since I came back to Ft. Hood (and since I last posted), and I am tired. I am such a mess. My condition is still getting worse even after my third round of radiation treatments. I'm starting to think I'm somehow related to a cockroach. The isolation isn't much help either, times of joy are indeed a rarity as I try and escape by reading and writing as much as I can. I just wish I can be sent home soon so I can be among friendly faces. I have not given up hope on getting better thankfully, I have a promise to keep that I'd come home alright, and this is one that I intend on keeping. I must keep going...