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 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?