Llevo desde ayer en el hospital, esperando mi Transplante el células madre. Hoy es día - 7. Menos siete es una descripción perfecta, no puedes hacer nada salvo esperar, leer, dejar que el tiempo pase.

There is another sky, Ever serene and fair, And there is another sunshine, Though it be darkness there; Never mind faded forests, Austin, Never mind silent fields – Here is a little forest, Whose leaf is ever green;Here is a brighter garden, Where not a frost has been; In its unfading flowers I hear the bright bee hum: Prithee, my brother, Into my garden come!

E. Dickinson