The never ending story of recovery is reaching its umpteenth volume. If you get good for so long, then you wait for the bad to turn you around. So I'm throwing myself down to further long term effects of chemotgerapy. It's called osteonecrosis. My bone is dying. I've already lost the top of one hip, and the other is crumbling around itself. Prednisone is a steroid that is given during the chemotherapy period, for much longer in some patients with certain kinds of cancer. With the beast of leukemia, it is given extensively in high doses, for a very hefty amount of time. This is the direct cause of what is happening now. It's major side effect is taking the very structure of your entire body. There is no stopping it, or curing it. There is one option, I am in a emergency need of a double hip replacement, and I need to pay 20% on my own.  I have spent the past few months preparing for a surgery that will begin progressing on April 19th, 2017. As a reference point, both of my hips are fractured, they are broken. The feeling of victory short lived to be replaced with pain, and confusion, and anger. Everything turns dark again, and in the absence of light we wait for that sliver to cut through to try and pull you out again. So I turn again to the ones I've turned to since life began lifetimes ago. You look at family, and friends, and everyone that you could hope had a slight inkling of knowledge of what happens when it is so bad that you run out of words, you just look around, and you hope. I know after what I've been given through others that so many have favors, and iou's,and support through the worst scenarios you could ever imagine being real. I would do so much for anyone that's still sitting here with me after all this. You wouldn't need to ask me for anything, and I wouldn't ask why you wanted me to do it. I'd just leap with you. Because that's what I owe to each person that even took this moment to read this. Everything.