Like so many of life's varieties of experience, the novelty of a diagnosis of malignant cancer has a tendency to wear off. Two years will soon pass since first discovering this demon inside of me, and I've exhausted all best case scenarios. I am preparing to take advantage of another option that has made itself available.
Very soon, I will undergo a second bone marrow transplant "” an option previously made unavailable to me due to my bodies unnatural resistance to chemotherapy. I will be hospitalized for 30 days enduring 12x the amount of chemotherapy, purposefully brought to the brink of death to kill this parasitic beast taking up space with my cells inside me. My recovery will require months afterward. Making lemon aid from carcinogenic lemons. this will give me more time to read, learn, and explore.
I've tried to avoid it for as long as possible, but I am beginning to feel the effects of this gnawing oppressive question of how I will continue to pay my rent and living expenses. I am embarrassed to ask again, and incredibly humbled, but I have to once again fund-raise.
So here we are. My chief consolation in this year has been the presence of friends. I cant thank you enough for the incredible amount of love and support. All of you. I dont know what I could have done without you. I love you!
So if you have a few bucks, please donate. If you have a lot of bucks, I'll take that too. And if you have nothing, no worries: just call, text, swing on by- I love to eat so maybe you can bring me some non-hospital food? But if you have the money, I will definitely take and appreciate anything you can afford. Just for fun, I'll also repay the highest donor with a portrait session when I'm out of Cancer-Jail.
- Jack Johnstone
- Darren Holmes