Blood Cancer

Forever is Daunting

It feels as though the universe has been taunting me since birth. She beckons with whispers of promise, daring me to venture deeper into the vast, abstract abyss of time.

Loving My Sick Body

My disease was of the blood, and although it could not be seen, it left traces on my skin.

After the bone marrow transplant, my skin turned to paper. It is very sensitive to everything. It reacts with outbreaks of all kinds—it constantly peels, is depigmented, and has many scars.