Recently, I discovered, due to the awesome power of foresight that all doctors are blessed with, that I have a rare blood disorder. Apparently, when I donated plasma, they found something they didn't like with my blood. The name of the disorder escapes me at the moment as they told me this information over the phone. What I do know, this part really got to me and I've been depressed about it for the past few days... I know that I will need a blood transfusion that will hopefully correct this problem. I have a 75% survival rate, so that's definitely good for me, right? However, I got to thinking... what if I fall under the 25%? That would really suck. I mean, for fuck's sake, I'm only 23 (technically still 22 but I'm close enough). There are still a lot of things that I need to do... lots of people I want to see and meet. What if something goes wrong and I don't make it? Who would want to know? Who would even care?
So, on Monday, I'm withdrawing from all my classes. The next few days will be spent on my will.. the ones I love the most will get the good DVDs. Of course, this is just a precaution in case whatever higher power decides it's my turn to say goodbye. I just want you all to know, in the event that this procedure doesn't work out for me, I love you. Each and every one of you. As I sit here, my vision blurred by the tears, I wish I could talk to or see some of you just one last time.
If you wish to send your condolences my way, you can do so on here, by email, by AIM (both of which I've given in my last post), or you can call me at 586-722-8034.
If this is indeed my last post, then I wish the rest of you long and happy lives. Remember me always. I hope I'm allowed my memories wherever I'm going.