Rainbows and the punchline of gods favorite joke.

Chemo and stemcells. It's the joke that never ends. Unfortunately, I am the punchline.

I received a PICC line yesterday. And today I have to start chemo. Not as much chemo as before but of the three they poisoned my veins with the last time around - this is the one my body reacts to the worst.

Strapped with my favorite accessory of all time, the fanny pack, I will have five days of chemo and three weeks off. Next Wednesday my sister will have to come out and make another small donation of cells.

Here's the best part of all: my lease for this apartment is up on Friday!!!

Nice. I knew that this was going to happen. I suppose it is my fault. I have been bitching for two months that they need to give me some sort of idea as to how much longer I should plan to be here. I have no clue what the fuck I am going to do... I have no home here and no home at home.

This joke just gets funnier and funnier.

So, as soon as I am done with chemo on saturday I will be moving all of the shit out of this apartment. By the time I am done doing that, Kim will be here. I will hopefully receive the cells on the 4th of July. If i don't get the cells next week then I have to stay here for an extra week.

After that I have no clue...

But at least it is exciting. (finger gun to head)

Needless, to say yesterday was a pretty shitty day.

However, when I finally got home this was waiting outside my door.

Rainbows and the punchline of gods favorite joke.

Justin