Three months later
Skylar
A loud shout jolts me from a drowsy haze. I'm exhausted, every fiber of my being yearning for rest. The unrelenting assault of chemotherapy has ravaged my body, subjecting me to every cruel side effect in the oncology handbook.
Mouth and throat sores? Check. These wounds torment me with every swallow and murmur.
Hair loss? Double check. A visual testament to the relentless battle within. I sigh as I run my fingers over the scarf covering my bald head.
Nausea and vomiting? A daily ritual, the gut-wrenching dance of a body rebelling against its own invasion.
Neutropenia? Check. My immune system is now a fragile sentinel in need of protection from the tiniest invaders.
And now, my latest companion – infection. It led me to this latest hospital stay, surro
