Hello my dears, it’s Tina here. I wanted to check in and give you an update on my dad, who is fighting leukemia in the hospital at the moment. For the past week, we’ve been keeping vigil at his bedside, watching helplessly as his body wages a war against a growing army of white blood cells. A week ago, his white cell count was 23,000 — twice the normal rate. Today it topped 140,000, mixed with “blast” cancer cells. His hands and arms are covered with bruises. He stopped eating days ago, despite my mom’s delivery of home-cooked food.
Yesterday, the hematologist gently asked him to open his eyes.
“Mr. Daunt, can you tell me what I look like?”
My father lifted his head, opened his blue eyes and answered: “You’re a handsome man.”
This horrible disease will inevitably rob him of his life but it has not yet stolen his sense of humor. And because of this I have hope…
Photo above by Dicky Jiang
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