Everything and nothing you could have ever wanted to know about one girl having a heart transplant.
If you are new: Be warned, this blog is not for you, but it may lend itself to you.
If you are returning: First, thanks for not giving up. Peruse the latest musings on life with borrowed time below.
I'll wear v-neck rompers and continue telling humorously shocked strangers that "it's a botched boob job!" 'till the cows come home, but this palette is already too full of the artwork of some unnamed fellow's sutures. I'm just done. I'd like to be vain, just for a little while.
Read MoreIn the same way that I can't watch horror movies pervasively because of the soundtrack, I nearly can't live through a horrible situation with the sound on…. its hard to escape the sounds in the hospital; even long after you leave.
*Might* is a four letter word in the healthcare world. It is a drug all its own that causes either euphoric hope or engulfing fear. It is too bipolar. It is too broad. It is too inconclusive.
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Read MoreThe catalyst of joy is the kindness of others. Together they create the recognition that, though this is absolute shit, at some point today you'll get to go home.
Read MoreI recall thinking how plain and bizarre that was; here was a room of thirty+ medical experts, professors, and pioneers who couldn't decide whether I should live or not until the following week, schedule permitting.
Read MoreBecause I cannot and I am not and, for the first time, I truly fear that I never will be.
Read MoreIt was a catharsis, a vindication, and reassurance to hold this part of me so close to the chest it once occupied…It was my first, and it was my friend.
Read MoreI got it cut to help detangle (in a vain attempt to slow down the loss) and averted my eyes from the cutting room floor, lest I see the pain of my loss increased, lifeless, on the ground.
Read MoreI just want to look in the mirror and recognize the face crying back at me.
Read MoreIt's a daunt I've known not of for, as naive as I was about the intensity of the heart transplant stay, I was not quite so scared then as I am now of this even less-intense procedure. And right now, it's too much.
Read More$5 at the cafe ain't bad, unless you are sitting there waiting for news you know won't be great and you just want to get it over with as soon as humanly possible. So, please have your $5 and just get me in the door...
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