Why I Write
Sometimes I question why I still do this. I don’t know if
anyone even reads this blog…or even cares about what I have to say. Maybe my aspiration
of helping someone, one day, is a little far fetched. It took one person I have
known since I was young coming up to me and asking for details about my
transplant and recovery to realize what I’m doing is still relevant, not just
my imagination.
I don’t talk religion here because it’s not relevant to what
I’m doing. So this is just to give you the background of the group of people I was
surrounded by to make this so touching. I grew up around a very special community
that is incredibly close to my heart. They watched me grow, they were there
when I had surgeries, they’ve kept up with my progress, and have recently watched
me get healthy. Once a year we all come together for the holidays. It’s kind of
a reunion of sorts.
It was then that I was confronted by an old teacher of mine
about her husband who was going to be undergoing the surgery in the near future
and wanted my input. We went over everything: from me being a case of a low
yield of cells and miraculous results, how recovery was hell, how I was utterly
depressed, everything. I still don’t know if people even read this, I don’t know
if me writing is going to help someone one day. I honestly don’t think it
bothers me not knowing. I know why I write and why I want to help people. Having
someone come to be for help and comfort in a decision is why.
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