The past few months were hard for me, and this last week has been the worst of my entire life. I was hospitalized since last Tuesday. I won’t lie, I was a mess, it was hard and i wanted to give up. But i have leukemia. Today, I’m wearing normal people clothes and I’m going home.

I went in for what should have been my 7th outpatient procedure to handle a bad muscle. Before they could start, they found I had a 103 temp and admitted me into the hospital. I’ve had things done to me this week in the name of testing and treatment I could never dream of.

I’m usually pretty stoic and I put on a brave face at first. But as things went on everything became more painful. I couldn’t get comfortable to sleep and I didn’t want to be awake. By the end of the week, I found out I wasn’t as strong as I thought I was.

I was begging for the end. Praying for the end. I was contacting friends and family to tell them what they meant to me “just in case” I didn’t get another chance.

They sent me home today. I wore normal clothes for the first time in a week, then got home and immediately stripped back to a gown. I’m still fighting through the pain but it’s getting easier. I still can’t get comfortable to sleep, I’m still wide awake.

While I was getting treated, they ran tests. Some came back instantly, some daily, others aren’t back yet. What we do know right now is I have a form of leukemia, what we don’t know is what one. So far, all signs are pointing to CML which is very treatable over time.

I wanted to thank everyone for their well wishes. It really meant a lot especially knowing that people were checking in on me.

As a special note, the first tweet in this thread was written at noon when I first got discharged. The rest I just wrote.