If I were looking down on me I'd think,
yeh, there’s good times going for this one: she’s
gone back to work and become employee of the year for Thomas Cook, managed to
do some teaching, engages in hobbies and tries new things like photography, how
to DJ, steel pan lessons!!! Has the most amazing friends in the world, holidays
and can drive once more. It seemed impossible just
three years ago. I mean heck, I can even
laugh without feeling like I'm drawing on my single last breath.
Other times I'd think hmm...maybe
she's a bit of a risk taker: taking her
single little lung to Mexico and back, trying to spread a little thinly to
different causes (mainly because I'm directly affected by so many!), making
unfeasible plans non conducive to good well being in the long run.
Whatever the case I think I'd want me to keep up the fight. Try to
do right and keep that future always bright and in sight: sharing, caring,
giving, loyal and honest.
I make it sound easy right and no it's
not. I've faced a new set of challenges these past three years: acceptance that
there was no Argos money back guarantee, to
acknowledge there would be a ceiling to my
recovery no matter how hard I pushed. There's an optimum
and I have gratuitously accepted it. But I still need to work hard and
strive for more. I anticipate the bumps in
my journey so they don't hurt me so bad. This protects me emotionally too. I
don't think I'm special or that the world owes me anything.
Looking down on me I'd probably think,
wow! That's one gift she loves-the gift of life.
My mum always says I need to treat myself as I would my best friend. Respect my body,
mind and soul. Remember life is fragile and delicate. Show my thanks everyday
to my donor and their family. Three years today on
I'm still rocking but without the gift of life I would be nothing.
Please let life go on...use
your Smartphone to scan this code into your phone and join the organ donation
register today. Pop this page on your screen at work and let your mates scan and please pass on this post. There are many people waiting on the transplant list, desperate to recieve the gift of life.
Big thank you to all the
super amazing transplant team that look after me, my mum, my family and my
gorgeous friends. To my employers: Thomas cook UK and the lovely ms m that have
stood solidly behind me all these years. To my paramedics who blue
lighted me all the way from Surrey to Leeds and then onwards to Newcastle upon
Tyne to save my life.