Personal Narrative-It's All About Me

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It is mornings like this that always make me feel so calm for a change. Its those days where the November chill hangs in the air and water droplets rhythmically tap the window pane. Some can find the rain to be almost a bit depressing, but not me. Rain just means there is a rainbow afterwards.
I was looking over some photos from our family album. It had been about two years since my grandfather passed away. He was such a kind man and hilarious too. That is what I remember best about him. Sadly, I remember the funeral too. It was sunny and warm, not at all like in the movies where it is always conveniently raining. I hated that, why couldn’t the weather match everyone's sorrow? It was cancer that killed him, acute myeloid leukemia or just aml. It’s a terrible disease and it was awful watching him go through it.
“ Andra, we have to go see Doctor Borlin now, you can finish your album later. “
“ You can go ahead and start the car, I’ll be outside in a sec. “
“ Alright sweetheart, but make it fast.”
Putting the album down I slid off the bed and slipped some sneakers on. My mother was taking me to the doctor’s, I wished my father could have come along, but he’s been working a lot lately. We got to pay the bills some how. At the doctor’s it was the same routine questions. How have I been doing? Aside from all the medication? Fantastic. If
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Those cells are transferred into the patient through the bloodstream. These cells find their way into the bone marrow and begin reproducing and growing new, healthy blood cells. In my case I’ll be receiving a transplant from a donor. I felt uneasy about the whole process. I knew that if the stem cells were rejected I could die. I did not want to think of death. I think of my grandfather. Would I see him again? Tears well in my eyes, but I already know I was going to have to go through with the transplant. No matter