...are words which have been thrown around. Not thrown around i suppose, as that implies casuality and lightness, when actually it was in a really serious and hard conversation with one of the doctors. Basically I was asking how long I could have left to live, for want of a softer way to put that. That wasn't the straight answer, thank goodness. But when asked what Could happen, what Could be the worst case scenario, she wasn't exactly hesitant to warn us that they might not win against this new battle of the bugs, which has really scared me. And if they find they aren't winning, all they would be able to do is send me home with IVs, make me comfortable etc, and wait for "a period of several weeks to months" for it to take over my body entirely.
That's quite a shocking thing to hear at 18 years old when the same morning you've been talking to that same doctor about how desperate you are to get home and bake cupcakes, and she is agreeing with you about how definitely that needs to happen.
Jordanna this is what I wanted to talk about on the phone but the parents came back in the room and somehow I just couldn't talk properly with them there. I don't know if I would have been able to anyway though to be honest! :) i love you.