Mirror, mirror on the wall
When I look in the mirror, it’s like another person stares back at me. The person I see and the person I am are incongruous.
The change 6 months can bring
At the start of 2022, I had never heard of HSCT. A year post transplant, I’m ever so curious to see where I will be six months from now.
So did the transplant work?
Through tears of defeat and tears of joy, body degradation and elation, and one million new experiences, I’m happy, I’m content, I’ve found a small amount of peace. The future is full of possibility.
The Me I Mourn
I have hours to think and to write, alone in my hospital bed. I find my mind wandering to the versions of me that are now lost; both from the past and also looking into the future.
Positivity Free Zone
We aren’t supposed to be happy all the time, always productive. There is a place for darkness and sadness and despair.
Reflecting Back & Looking Forward
I am six months post transplant and full of hope and gratitude. Take a moment to thank your beautiful, wonderous, amazing, incredible and unique body.
Dear Kerry: a letter to my Captain
This is an open letter to my transplant nurse, my captain, my friend.
In sickness and in health… or not
I now have the mental and physical bandwidth to focus on something other than staying alive and fighting for my life. That means shedding light on the other major update in my life: I’m getting divorced.
My big list of how to help (because we need it)
Don’t ask the sick or recovering friend how to help, tell them your three ideas and let them choose.
Life Lately: September 1, 2022
Today marks day +63. This has been the longest summer on record. It’s all new. There’s no planning. And I have to be fine with that.