I made it top of my list to visit my friend T when I am in London, who was hit by the acute leukemia last June. He came to pick me up from the station, I have prepared myself for the worse but I still cannot recognize him when he waved at me. He's lost his hair because of chemotheropy, wearing a hat to fend off the chill, losing so much weight (20kg in the first month). I put on my most cheerful face (borrowed from Mountain View Joey) and convinced myself things are just the way they are when we were working together in California.
He is much better this half month, his mom told me (mom moved to London to take care of him). He is receiving a cocktail of treatments, ranging from radiactive+chemo to kill the bad white blood cell (they are not that bad, at least they are not attacking Thang's body. They are just not doing anything and prevent the marrow from producing useful cells). Sterm cell transplanted from his sister, hopefully they can rebuild the white cell manufactory in T's body. We are still waiting to see if Thang's body would reject his sister's cells (it is very important to have siblings, it is very hard to find the matching if you have none).
I sometimes wonder why fate plays such a cruel thing on a kid (he is literally a kid, no joking, 2 years younger than I am, with the purest heart on earth). It should have happened to the bitter, angry, not-very-nice old witch like me.
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