It has been 2.5 months since my diagnosis and the last 1.5 of them have been the hardest I have probably ever had to face. My emotions have ranged from abject terror to pure hopelessness and it is only now that I am starting to feel even vaguely normal.
Mom has been with me for the last 7 weeks and her presence here has been all that has kept me sane at times, she will remain until after my first PCR blood test in October which hopefully will give us the news that my bone marrow is responding to the Disatanib.
A hard time and one I think I will be forever changed by but as someone said to me the other day "faith it till you make it" and that is all I am trying to do at the moment.
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