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Meanwhile, where's your daffodil, or orange clothes for your avie? I have orange bubble gum to give out if you have nothing, and the guild gives out free daffodils to any who ask.

I would love to join team orange, for my friend, Kyle, whose just finished fighting his way out of some really rough months. We were scared for a while that he'd be leaving us, but he's pulled through and it's looking like he might live to see his old age, which is wonderful.

Much love to those who fought, are still fighting as well as their friends and family. ^_^ <3

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dani
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I'd like to join team orange! biggrin

hiya! blaugh

I'd like to join Team Orange!

I'll join the tektek contest if you want me too.

okay i wrote a poem...dont laugh its really bad
There's a tiny world inside my bones.
I learned of it one day,
When some bullies came to visit
And decided they would stay.

Before they came, this little world,
Was happy as could be,
With platelet cells and red blood cells
And white ones having tea.

These little cells inside my bones
Grew up and worked each day.
They traveled in my blood stream,
Making sure I felt OK.

The white blood cells were body-guards,
Protecting me from germs.
They used to know some special tricks
That made invaders squirm.

The red blood cells were round and strong,
And carried on their backs,
The oxygen my body needs
To play and to learn facts.

The platelet cells were sticky friends,
In charge of making clots.
I’d cut my hand or scrape my arm,
They’d make the bleeding stop.

Well that’s the way it used to be
Before the bullies came.
I hadn’t met this inside world.
I knew nobody’s name.

I learned a bunch of new words
Once leukemia appeared.
Like chemo, blast and lymph gland.
Don't they all sound awfully weird?

I learned about the grand scheme
To destroy these bully cells,
And I took strong medications
'Til the bullies really yelled.

These meds made me feel tired.
They made my mouth feel raw.
My hair covered the pillow,
And left my head quite bald.

I didn't like these feelings,
But I figured this was true-
If I felt bad, the bullies felt worse,
And would melt into a goo.

You might think that I'm different.
You might think I have changed.
But I'm the me I used to be,
Just somewhat rearranged.

You might think that leukemia,
A cancer I was told,
Is something you could catch from me
As if it were a cold.

But that's not true, it's not that smart,
It doesn't have a clue.
Traveling between us
Is a trick it cannot do.

There's more about this cancer-
Something else that it can't do.
It can't destroy my laughter,
Or change me through and through.