48 Hours

In 48 hours...

I will begin receiving a new treatment.

Right now...

All I can think about is my mouth.

I have bloody, painful sores all over the inside of my mouth.

My mouth, my gums, my tongue, my throat.

They are related to the massacre of disease that is raging in my guts.

If you were to chew on a sandwich made of stainless steel and razor blades, you might come close to what I'm experiencing right now.

In 48 hours...

A new journey begins.

In 48 hours...