One year ago today, Derek and I had our midsections cut open and our insides rearranged. A little part of me was transferred to his body. I don’t remember too much from that day, but I do remember listening to ACDC Thunderstruck on the way to the hospital to get pumped up. I remember giving Derek a quick kiss goodbye as I left him in the waiting room. I remember getting undressed and then bursting into tears before managing to swallow my fear. I remember telling the anesthesiologist that I was a wuss and I remember holding my surgeon’s hand. I felt 100% determined that morning to succeed, despite being terrified I would fail.
When I woke up from my drug induced nap, the first thing I did was ask for Derek. And when I finally saw him, when the night nurses wheeled me over to him in the PACU, I was so relieved he was alive. Despite the fact that we were both a straight up mess, tubes coming out of everywhere, severed abdominal muscles, throats that felt like sandpaper, we were alive. The scar on my stomach is a beautiful tattoo, and a reminder that when my best friend needed help, I was able to give him another chance at life.
5 Replies to “365 Days”
I wish there was a bigger version of the word congratulations. You guys are amazing and good thing it’s warming up so you can show off those scars with pride!
Thanks Steve, we are pretty proud of our scars.
Happy Transplantiversary! Love you both!
Wow – what a year it’s been. So many emotions so I’ll keep it simple: “Well Done” to both of you!
So happy that you are both well and healthy. Only the best wishes for you!