And this day, this is Dominic's birthday. Not his actual birthday, his second chance birthday. The feelings all pulsing through my heart are palpable. One year ago, we watched the bright coral colored stem cells flow into Dom's body, and we went to bed that night in the glow of my battery operated Christmas lights with the knowledge that he'd made it through that first big hurdle of accepting the cells. We fell asleep feeling like our whole lives were before us.
It really felt like an actual shift. All the chemo is behind us. All the anticipation.
Well. Not all the anticipation. We still anticipate what is next. But the donor had been found, and the job was done. So now, we hope. We persevere.
After almost exactly a month in the hospital, we were free to move into our temporary place. After a month of being in an enormous room with people peeking in the door out of curiosity, people walking through the door to work, and the lights and beeps, we were released, and though where we moved was not literally quiet, in my heart it felt like the quietness you feel in a snow fall when sound is muffled by snow flakes falling and collecting all around.
With Christmas just days away, and our newfound freedom, we bundled up and set out to see the Christmas lights.
Which is the same place we're heading later tonight. I'm also jumping out of my skin because after the appointment in the morning, we're meeting with one of our most favorite nurses to catch up. It's been too long and we're delighted to finally try and meet up. Well....we tried before, but timing thus
far has been off. Fingers crossed, because we really miss her. And there's some synchronicity both in seeing the Christmas lights and seeing our nurse.
We'd see this nurse throughout the months of chemo, waiting in agonizing anticipation for a donor. In the middle of the night she'd come in to make the beeping stop, but she was never our nurse. We immediately liked her, and I'd wonder out loud when she'd actually be assigned to us. I later realized she only works with patients after transplant. So finally, after months of visits to the hospital, she would actually be the one to carry Dom through the night. And tomorrow again, after months of agony we will get to connect with her. Even though she was our nurse again during the very difficult time, I don't think about that. I associate her with being part of the other side, the other side of transplant, the other side of gvhd. We are being ushered beyond these milestones.
And the lights. Last year, we drove through feeling a deep kinship with Christmas and new life and the wonder of it all. Tonight, we'll have this whole year behind us. And though the whole year is behind us, it almost felt like a wrinkle in time, where the past 6 months of the horror of gvhd are in that fold, and we can meet again the feelings of hopefulness we had a year ago, the feelings of being in a cocoon in the hospital and in our apartment in Sacramento. While we always longed to be home, we also felt so safe being in the hospital or so near the hospital. And while I greeted that old feeling of security again, that I associate with that time in anticipation of driving through a twinkly wonderland, I also feel like we're truly being deposited on the other side. I finally have a sense of relief that this time, Dominic's new immune system is going to kick into gear and do what it is supposed to do. What better bookend to this year than sparkling lights and sparkling friends? Dominic is getting his sparkle back every day. Our ground zero now is a little more ground zero than last year, but we're more resilient, more tenacious, and more experienced. 2018 threw us a sharper curve ball than 2017. As I think about all these comforting things on Dominic's first birthday, I am convinced that 2019 will lob an easy home-run to us and we'll look back on his second birthday with even more joy and life to celebrate.
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