love YOUR transplant
I came across this instagram post this morning. Erika is a cancer patient, our experiences within the medical system are vastly different. And yet when she said you have to love YOUR cancer, that hit me.
I was having a discussion with my husband recently about transplant, and how vastly different my experiences are from my friends, even the ones who have had liver transplants. No two transplants are the same. And I can learn about transplant as a whole (which I do, a lot) and I can learn from others about their transplant experiences (which I do, a lot) but at the end of the day it's me, and my transplant. And if I don't learn how to love and accept and be with my transplant, what's the point?
I've also been thinking about my experience as a whole, and if I'm not willing or able to embrace every aspect of it, am I also limiting myself? If I don't feel the full extent of pain, doesn't that also mean I don't feel the full extent of joy? If I'm not willing to embrace every possibility of illness, does that also mean I'm not willing to embrace every possibility of wellness? I don't have the answers yet. But it's another thing that keeps coming up when I think about learning to love, and live, with MY transplant.