It will be two years since my bone marrow transplant on Sunday! To say I'm happy to be alive is an understatement. Even though I always had solid intuition that I would get through this all, I've had some really tough moments. The last two years have lived up to what the doctors told me to expect. They said a bone marrow transplant is the most difficult thing you can put your body through.
The most difficult thing? I thought. How can that be? What about heart transplants? What about a lot of things? What I have to go through will be over in a year and I will be back to my old self. Whatever.
As much as I tried to, I really didn't believe them.
The last two years have taught me a lot of things, the main one being that the doctors were right. By body fights daily on a cellular level to keep from destroying itself. My level of functioning varies from day to day and the exhaustion is mind bending. I'm not even going to go into that.
My feeling of being indestructible has certainly been stomped on. I even began to wonder if I would actually ever make my way to this day.
But guess what? I'M STILL HERE! And I'm pretty sure at this point that I will make it to Sunday!
Now I'm just trying to figure out how to celebrate. My first thought was to have a few friends by and have some green apple martinis.
My second was to have a cake with whipping cream for breakfast.
My third was to rent this,
Or this for my backyard,
And to dance with my kids to this,
If you had one big day...I mean one HUGE DAY where all preconceived notions of what is socially acceptable was thrown out the window, what would YOU do?
If you had one big day...I mean one HUGE DAY where all preconceived notions of what is socially acceptable was thrown out the window, what would YOU do?If you didn't have to worry about colouring within the lines? If no one was there to judge you or make you feel like you were silly, what would you do?
Take your crayons out of the box and melt them in the sun into one multi coloured rainbow Godzilla sized crayon. What are you waiting for?
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Don't quite know what I'd do yet, but I've listened to this song 3x in a row and can't believe how much I've missed it!
I'm such a dork, my idea of a good time is going somewhere pretty and taking photos.
I can't really think of anything wild, but whipped cream does sound like a good place to start...
I can't stop listening to it either!
I love that song! Now I have to put it on my mp3 player and go and hoop to it...
... oh and just before I go, I never worry about colouring over the lines! If being ill most of my adult life has taught me anything it's taught me not to give a flying fuck what anyone else thinks about how I behave. I have a moral code that I live by that is, do whatever the hell you like as long as you cause no one else harm or pain in doing so.
Psssst... go for the princess bouncy castle and eat jelly/jello and cream whilst bouncing :)
I want a parade float with crazy disco music that i can ride around town upon while outrageously shaking my ass. There would also be water guns to squirt at passersby, with food colouring in the water. Also margaritas. Watermelon ones.
Congratulations on 2 years!!
Now we're talking!
Congrats on 2 years!!!! You're amazing . . . absolutely amazing. ;)
Way to go, girl! If you're going to question anything, it's always best to stick with questioning your limits. You sound a lot like me: I'm such a badass in my own head. I know for sure if it were my 2nd anniversary, I'd start out with a new tattoo, then maybe a fun trip to remember. Even if it was just a water rafting trip or a hike to the top of a mountain I've never been to before. Because, after all, this is a totally new place! Why not commemorate it with getting acquainted with a new place in the world?
I'm SO happy for you. And for what it's worth, you're a total badass in my book!
Hmmm...the bouncy castle looks fun, but I'm thinking a trampoline on a party barge would be the way to go.
Bounce, bounce, splash...!
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