Baba, my father, has chronic leukemia. On Wednesday, he received a bone marrow transplant. Today begins his fourth day of chemotherapy. The insurance will not cover the mandatory 100 days he will be staying in the hospital nor the hospital’s hotel room, where he must be looked after 24/7.
Please, please, if you are able, please consider donating & reblogging to help my father.
paypal.me/dareenm venmo: @dareenm cashapp: $cashdrn
(Photos taken before the transplant, one in hospital & the other while holding my father in the hotel room the night before he checked into the hospital for the next 3+ months.)
I’m really, really frightened.
It's an amazing feeling when you get it a relationship with someone because they see you one way but then when you act like a dumbass they still love you.
I wish I had some fucking useful medication,
like cyanide.
My personality is either Ricky Gervais or Tom Hanks.
Anybody want this kind of life too? 🥺
Why do we say you're welcome when it sounds more like a question.
I recently bought biker jeans. These are the best, they help so much with my social anxiety it's nice to have something that I can use as tactile relief and I can listen to instead of getting overestimulated by music