I don’t know how many do-dads I’ve had on my hands, arms and wrists over the years…
I get a new do-dad for every time they take my blood…if they could put all of my blood together, in one place, in one room, Cedars could probably fill this entire Plaza Cafe with it… 🤡
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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