Sorry for lack of posting, not a lot has been happening over the last few days, but thought I would check in and give you a quick rundown.
Wednesday marked my one year of waiting for a transplant. I don't know how I felt really, a year seems such a long time ago. I raised a glass in the evening, a toast to all those who lost the fight and to (hopefully) not having too much longer to wait now.
I hear a lot of transplant stories and never fail to be amazed and touched by each one, it truly is a miracle to see the results it can bring, and how well people can recover post surgery. I saw a programme recently which showed (rather graphically) a heart transplant, but the gore didn't bother me in the slightest. It was awe inspiring to see an old diseased heart being removed and a new healthy one put in its place. Everything from the dedication of the surgeons and staff, to the complexity of surgery, the relief and pure joy of the patients parents and loved ones, to the transformation of the recipients life, it is a complete miracle. And that is just the actual operation, without even considering the courage of the donor family which itself blows me away.
A memory came to me the other day which surprised me. I can remember as a child (probably about 7) asking my mum what a transplant was. After my mum explaining to me I remember saying that I would like to be a donor, even right back then the idea of being an organ donor made so much sense to me.
On a lighter note, I have been working on my next essay this week (yuck!), this time its about youth subcultures (punks, skinheads that sort of thing), working out the seemingly endless presents and cards I have to buy for various events and today had a rather lovely shoping trip with my rather lovely mummy! I didn't really get very much but helped her to pick out a new outfit for my nephews christening next week, a good job done.
Will probably post again soon if only to have a break from writing about the style choices of punks!
Stay happy! xxx