Now, Tito Jake's death took everyone by surprise because he was a healthy man for his age (74). My mom dreamt of him waving goodbye. The following day, he died. Fourth time that mom had such a dream prior to those persons' passing away.
Goodbye, Tito Jake! We will all miss you!
Now for the bad news. My red blood cell count and hemoglobin continue to be low and are even lower than the last reading. Woe is me! To think that we spent a lot of money for the injection with a higher dose and a new medicine I had to take twice a day. Now I have to continue both plus try a once-a-year injection worth five figures. When will all these end?

In the midst of the gloom, there is a glimmer of light. Let's hang on to that light.
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