nadir

Aaron’s doctor reminded us that a transplant is a process, not an event, and that we are still in the early stages.   Today is day eight post transplant.  No longer are we counting down to the transplant, we are building forward from scratch with one day upon us and then another until one week has passed and a second approaches. 

arrival

A long time ago it seems we were in our home and now we are not.  Now we are in a maze of days and thoughts and memories and I am trying to find a way to communicate what has transpired over this past week.  I must share these events that seem to have happened months ago and yet I still feel their effects thick on my skin.

anniversary present

Pray for us on this anniversary of our union and in the days to come.  Aaron is without fevers and if he remains so, the transplant will take place as scheduled.  Our wishes have been granted, and though it is still a challenge to declare this experience a blessing, my deepest self knows it to be true.  With so much stirred by this news, we must find a way to surrender to much needed sleep so that tomorrow we can pack for our journey.

finding light

For someone whose favorite word these past weeks has been anticlimactic (That last round of chemo was completely anticlimactic; I fear that your very belated birthday present will be anticlimactic; I can't wait to say this transplant was so anticlimactic, I'd do the whole thing again), Aaron was a bit of a dramatist this week.

en route to the main event

After two whirlwind weeks, I am both exhausted and astonished by where we are today.  Between chemotherapy and doctor's appointment s, and tests, and still more tests, we managed to escape to Martha's Vineyard.