Sleeping on the Plus-side

Clary is staying here in almost all of the Day hours.
With the sanitary enviroment, my mother -and nurses- and granted her wish to stay here while I'm enduring Chemotherapy. She cannot exceed certain limits (such as going near the MRI equipment.
I've been prepping for my surgery. Not Chemo, but well, surgery. They're replacing much of my marrow, which they believe to be the "brain and heart" of the Leukemia. Once thats done, we'll see how I do.
I want to give a huge thanks to Alysa, who probably just let her neice see her dad.
Alysa was the only one able to donate marrow for me, so we're both sitting in hospital beds, preparing for the anesthetics and my mother, who will sure to be freaking out (even though she works here).
Because I'm eighteen, I won't be able to get marrow growth much anymore, while Alysa has a good chance. In the case that she doesn't...she'll be in a wheelchair. I feel horrible, but she says that this was her decision, and it was for the best.
Amidst my waiting, My father came back in. Clary was the tied pitbull in the corner, waiting for me to drop the leash.
We actually had a conversation, though it was slightly awkward, for Clary was laying next to me watching The Never-Ending Story...
He came in and sat down, and spilled out about how he was sorry for what he did. How he knew it was wrong, etcetera. Etcetera.
For a moment, my hatred for him subsided, and I told him it was ok. Then of course, I knew he needed a consequence for his actions, even though he didn't realize I had cancer until a few years back.
I told him he couldn't get close to Lillian Rose or Clary. At all. Physically and verbally.
He nodded and left, and Clary's and my glares followed in suit.
I really don't regret saying that, just because my protective-mind knows it was right. He would hurt them, like he hurt my family. Like he hurt me at only age six or whatever.
Well, I'm off. I'll talk later.



------------------1/27/09 Update---------------------


I turned off my computer before I was able to publish this post.
I go out of surgery a many hours ago, and you could say it went successfully. I am ordering many dozens of flowers to Alysa, because she is giving up a lot to help me.
My surgery went......ok, I suppose. They were able to replace the marrow, but they ran into a few problems. They haven't told me yet, since I've been passed out on pain killers and cranberry juice (don't even get me started on that. It's like alcohol to me) and I believe they are afraid I won't take it easily. Hence I must wait.


Well, I'll post again when I'm a little more well.....not high off painkillers and cranberry juice, haha.

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Ash