The (Mis)Adventures of Superboink

Blood saves lives. And I am a living testimony to that. Having been diagnosed with Acute Myelogenous Leukemia last 2005 , I have received numerous blood transfusions - blood from family, friends and even people I do not know. Clean and safe donated blood from responsible donors goes a long way - for a child with dengue, a girl with anemia, a woman who lost a lot of blood while giving birth and a lot of cancer patients.

After being diagnosed with leukemia in 2005, I created a blog in 'Xanga' which I intended to use as my online medical journal. I have wanted to write about my experiences, my thoughts and help other leukemia patients and their families by being a source of information and support. I have failed to make regular posts because I was almost always in the hospital and there was no mobile internet tools yet back then. Somehow, I felt I failed in my objective. Thank you notes and general updates were the most that I could do. I'd rather spend all my time with my family especially my son who's barely a year old then - since I was not guaranteed of a 'tomorrow'. Anyway, I'd just like to share my old blog entry posted in Xanga/reposted  in  Multiply and Blogspot accts. (June 2006). Here goes: ------------------------------------------------------------------------- Hi everybody!!! I just turned 23 last XXX…and it’s been 73 days today, after my transplant. Everythi...

 Cancer is so limited – It cannot cripple love It cannot shatter hope It cannot corrode faith It cannot destroy peace It cannot kill friendship It cannot suppress memories It cannot silence courage It cannot invade the soul It cannot steal eternal life and It cannot conquer the spirit. ---------------------------------------------------------------------- I saw this posted on the wall in a doctor’s clinic. Instantly, I felt a flood of memories coming to me. This is the fourth year since I got diagnosed with cancer – cancer of the blood, which is more commonly known as leukemia.  Being sickly since childhood, my memories of doctors, hospitals, needles and medicine are very vivid. And it has become more apparent, that despite my being unable to become a medical doctor (a childhood dream – yet choosing a different path) that I am still destined to be in the hospital, but as a patient.  I know how hard and disheartening it can get, but I am sure that God has rea...