Before I knew about Multiple Myeloma, I lived in a gingerbread land of illusion. I did not know about this disease that comes into families like a snake sliding into a picnic, creating fear and havoc.
Today I have friends and a relative living with this condition. I try to support them all with my words, my pictures and comments of caring and support when appropriate. This blog was originally started as a way to provide respite and a window on the world to one who was hospitalized with an STC. And while I continue it, it still partially serves that objective.
It astounds me that there are so many younger people who are being diagnosed with it. And it is a point of curiosity that I do not hear about it in South America much. I wonder why that is? I also support various fund-raising efforts to provide resources for research. I look for hopeful posts on possible solutions or medications for either moderation or cure(s). But today it doesn't feel like I am doing enough as I hear about a friend's pain and I cannot ease it, cannot erase it, cannot solve it.
I hate this disease.