Wait... wait...

Chemo... white cells... transplant?

Cancer? Oh man.

I am, as we speak, 1500 miles away from home, caring for my father who is undergoing chemo. It is not fun. In fact, it is terrible. And I'm not the one who is sick!

So, wilomn, keep writing. As honest as you can make it even if it ends up sounding BG-like. You don't know me, I don't know you either. But your words are ringing a chord here. It, at least today, gave me courage to keep going with this stupid cancer thing.

And here's some big HUGS for you. My father is a great man. He lives half-way around the world from me but is currently in the US for chemo treatment. But even when we don't see each other for years at a time, I know he knows I love him terribly. I'm sure your children feels the same way about you.