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I'm sorry for worrying certain people. I'm okay now. It was just some complication, nothing to worry about. My fever went down two days ago, but I've been sort of groggy since then. That's better now too.
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It was a killer fever. My strenght is slow to return, but I'm getting there. I'm eating everything they give me for that purpose only. The food is not good, rather bland in fact, but that doesn't matter. The fever is not all. I got bad news and good news, and I'm still not sure how am I supposed to react. It's not everyday you hear you might be the next candidate for the sceleton guy with the scythe. I've had to admit I might be sicker than I thought but... I don't want to have this, what's-it-called- Hodgkin's lymphoma, or whatever.
What's worse, I had to cancel my entry to the ATP-tournament. It's damn depressing, to think I pushed myself that far for nothing. I refuse to think this is the end though. It's not. I'll beat this thing, and climb back up. To leave this untreated is a sure death, but it's curable, unlike Shinji's disease.
Bad, worse, worst, right? Okay, here comes the worst of all:
My hair. They'll start the chemotherapy once I'm stable enough. That means goodbye to my hair, again.
Shinji, I'm sorry about what I said in my last entry.