What does a transplant mean? Life. Memories. Stories. Freedom. I’m hoping for another chance for freedom again. Thanks for watching. Also a big shout out of thank you to everyone today who liked and commented on my blog post. It … Continue reading
July 4, 1987 – A young father, a young husband, and at 29 years old he was looking ahead to more time in Vancouver General Hospital. Not something he relished. The phone rang after he arrived home from work, – … Continue reading
They were the best of friends, Dallas and Ryan, and time spent together was always appreciated, even when weeks passed between walks. Last week they walked on a cold winter day, their faces exposed to the wind, so cold their … Continue reading
Two decades ago I regularly spent long periods in the hospital, having surgery and moving forward hoping for success. Hoping to return to my own bed in my home, my own life, to working even. No needs to remind a … Continue reading
I suspect that I am not the only one that has spent an abnormal amount of time glued to the spectacle that is the summer olympics. Soccer, volleyball, basketball, wrestling, rugby, diving, plus plus, and now I confess, at last … Continue reading
Sunny, but still cool outside because of the time of day, 6:30 a.m., and I was enjoying my plain coffee with a friend whose Starbucks order of double expresso plus plus was just impossible to memorize. I met this friend … Continue reading
When someone said yes, allowing their loved one’s organs to be donated, it did not mean I was going to survive, no it meant I was going to live again. Today I celebrate my re-birth (transplant day) but I am … Continue reading
Forgive me please my sporadic writing of late. I have a project I am working on that will be concluded soon, but I am jotting down thoughts and ideas for blog posts I want to share, and that I hope … Continue reading
