pedaling away on my stationary bike this morning, I noticed my pace is a half-minute faster than last week. Incremental, but significant. Sitting in meditation this morning, I noticed a greater sense of ease, despite the empty belly and mental distractions of the growing to-do list. Incremental, but significant. Talking with my grandmother this morning…

Five months ago today, my immune system was obliterated… annihilated… my white blood cells, neutrophils, etc. all, “too low to count” created the perfect environment for the last round of chemo and return of my own stem cells to help my body rebuild a new immune system. Today, the BBC published a story previewing interim…

People survive in different ways. ~Nikita Gill (via meanwhilepoetry) I keep saying (out loud, and in my head), “This [transplant] has been such an interesting experience to observe…” and when I wonder the extent to which I tempted fate, or altered my destiny, question whether I made the right decision to (rely on others to help)…