I’ve never smelled anything like this before.
When I was visiting with my father today, I noticed this strange smell. It’s not just BO, it’s a different kind of BO…I can’t even put words around it…
It’s like, the smell of suffering–
It’s amazing how much my father still has his wits about him. He’s always been a super smart man–even now in his final hours his mind is razor sharp.
A true fighter to the end.
Some kind of rare immune deficiency, yet to be determined. A lifetime of infections without an elevated white cell blood or fever. Very grateful to be alive, very thankful for the friends who’ve supported me and for access to literally millions of dollars worth of medical care. I’m not the bubble child, I’m somewhere in between.
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