I have been feeling very tired lately, and no wonder. Last night I picked up my mail, and I received some very disturbing news. My oncology doctor informed me that I had myelofibrosis, and I should come to his office on monday. I knew I was not feeling well, and he had given me a bone marrow test. But I thought my symptoms were all due to stress. I did some research online, and the outlook for this diagnosis looks very grim. Just when I thought things were getting better? My famous last words on that thought are "life's a bitch and then you die"