Dear Readers,

Today is 1st April. April Fool's Day! If any of you have a good joke you have played on someone I would love to hear it:) Today also completes one month since I was admitted.

I am experiencing a pang of hunger as I write. This is entirely new for me as I have been on a chemotherapy drug called Methotrexate for a decade, and hunger and appetite long deserted me. But the Methotrexate was stopped this admission by the very lovely Dr. Shweta Bhagat who also organised for me to have 12 bottles of ImmunoGlobulins. Her arrival in my life is only one of the many, many miraculous things that have happened this admission.

I am using every resource and skill I have acquired since my first hospital admission 12 years ago. I was a different girl then, at 18. She thought she was on the brink of something dreamy and romantic; instead she got needles, toxic drugs, a diagnosis of Lupus.

I am fighting to pull through, gripping my vine of light. And I wanted you to know that every prayer of yours, every good thought and wish for me brings something good to me - a special doctor, nurse, treatment, kindness.

Some things go horribly wrong, like they did today, but they come right. This is the hardest hospital admission of my life, and the most important.

And I want you to know that I know I am not alone.

Thank you, thank you, thank you.