5 Fabulous Years
A little over a month ago I had surgery number 5. How ironic that it happened right before the 5-year anniversary of my transplant? I’d be lying if I said that irony is something that rarely happens in my life. My life sometimes seems like a sick joke (see what I did there…sick…ha). I want to do something a little different this year. Last year I wrote a reflection, but this time I want to write about something I’ve never been able to write about before. Something I’m incredibly proud of, but something that brings back horrible memories of the struggle I faced and how far I’ve come. Every doctor has their one patient that made them a better doctor. Either the patient died on their surgical table because of something they missed or a slight mistake, someone they lost in a tough battle, someone that won an impossible fight, etc. I was, and I still am, that patient. My angel of a pediatric doctor has told me that since I survived the transplant. She constantly reminds me that I m...