OFF TO WAR.

     As I arise with the sun I have a fleeting thought of a soldier preparing for battle. Like them I pull my shoes on sore swollen feet then tired and groggy I check my equipment.  My captain is nervous I can see the worry on his face and I wish I could say something which will make it all better but for a writer I never seam to have the words for some reason whenever I try to speak out loud they fail me. Despite not having time for breakfast or waiting for his medication to kick in my champion and I leave our house and drive on to the unknown. Our progress is slowed by a cop trying to get to a fast-food restaurant in classic style my husband jokes about how he is glad he is in front of us instead of behind remarking "Do not get in front of a bear and his breakfast license registration and whatever food you have please." This lightens the mod a bit and we chat about videogames as we travel on. I look out the window wondering if we will come across one of the new Amish families heading into town. It is no secret that wolves and peacocks are my two favorite animals they are both a great comfort. So what did we see along the highway a lonely tom peacock strolling along without a care in the world and the irony of this vision is not lost on me. We arrive at the facility in time and I get my finger pricked to test my platelets which are down. I now sit in the treatment chair waiting for the "man behind the insurance curtain" to approve to pay for it. After all this build up I may not even get it today. So once again it is another round of hurry up and wait forever. In the end the man wins and more of our precious resources are wasted. Why is no one accountable for their actions? My Oncologist sent in the request for authorization several weeks ago and my insurance sent questions back which were left unseen by the person in charge of the paperwork. Now I get lesser care and an angry husband who just wants his wife to be whole again. So now we are left sitting in our trench waiting for the order to charge. I worry about my captain he is broken already and I would never forgive myself if I was the reason he finally fell. I just pray we all have the willpower it is going to take to see this battle to the end.
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Sally Wolf's trips to the Oncologist.

Hello, Normally I am a very private person handling issues internally but lately my life has taken a drastic turn and as a whole it has gotten bigger then myself and my small family to handle on their own. One day I noticed I started getting little brown spots like freckles all over my body then big burses started forming from just the simplest of touch. I jokingly called this my ripe banana syndrome. I went to the doctor and they told me my body was attacking my platelets. To make a very long drawn out story short I have a rare blood disorder. The doctors do not know why I developed it and it is not responding to platelet transfusions, IGIV transfusions and I am having poor response to the steroids. This all means that I now have to have Chemotherapy. For months on end I will be taking treatments with unknown results or side affects. Normally as a person I can handle this sort of thing I think my whole life has been preparing me for just this situation. I however have dependents who need me as I am the sole provider for my disabled husband and our four children. So it is with a humble heart that I call out to you and ask you to read my story the link below and if you have the means give a little. If you do not have the monetary means it is fine I totally understand. I also appreciate all of the prayers and well wishes they are a great comfort.

Sally A Wolf Oncologist

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