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From Mathew's Journal, Thoughts and Feelings of a Young Man with Sarcoma

Again, the outer world for Mathew and his inner world from his journal. Texts between me and Mat Are you awake? Look at the pillbox in the room. One has pills. Plus your powder. Plus in the  fridge in cooler are your IVs. Looks like it’s a two part deal, put on desk in bedroom. Going to Walmart to find a watch  cap for you. Sent 3-26-14 KK. Sounds good. Rec’d 3-26-14 Everything ok? Sent 3-26-14 Everything is ok. Rec’d 3-26-14 Stopping to put in gas. Need sweethearts? Sent 3-26-14 Hard sprees if they have them. If not, cinnamon buttons. If not, sweethearts. Rec’d 3-26-14 K. See you in about 15 Sent 3-26-14 From Mathew’s Journal Later today I meet with the head honcho Sarcoma doctor. His name is Dr. Reed and I’ve only met him once so far in the treatment process. Whenever I meet with the doctors I have felt at a distinct disadvantage.    drugged up and ly...

Home Again, Mathew's Thoughts and Fears

With the recent discharge from Moffitt, comes a new list of medications, and a new schedule. But I have the spreadsheet I had made and it isn’t as overwhelming as it was the first time. There is still the evening routine of the Pleurx lung drain, bill drain care and so on.  Mathew wants a watch cap to wear while he is bald and to keep his head warm. In Florida, March is already Spring and watch caps aren’t easily found. He would prefer one from his Alma Mater, St Leo University. We never did find one of those colors. Texts between me and Mathew Do you know where my beanie hat is? Rec’d March 25 No, must be there somewhere. Look in bedroom. Sent March 25 You’ll have to find it. Took it to hospital. Rec’d March 25 Ok Sent March 25 Also, can’t find alcohol wipes. Rec’d March 25 Look in box in bedroom. Sent March 25 K. Fell down, feeling weak. Don’t know why. Sore maybe from car ride. T...