Time Flies When You Are Having Fun

Wednesday, February 11, 2015

Above, remembering the past...but so thankful for the present!

February is the greatest time of the year! It marks my birthday, Valentine's Day, the start of Spring Training, and all the other greatness that happens in Arizona, including those sunny 75 degree days. It is really the most beautiful time of the year for me. Three years ago it marked pain, anguish, fear, sickness, and a complete upheaval of my entire life. 

Time flies when you are having fun. After spending the evening reflecting back on my blog, and trying to settle down enough to sit in one place and think up some words of creativity, I realized writing is a lot harder to do when you are healthy! Sadly, I vowed to always update the patients of the world on my blog, to write everyone who messaged with their medical journey questions, and to be there for people who were in my position, and although I have failed on some of those promises, here is a proud update of what three years looks like to me. 

February (2/16/12) marks THREE years since my TP-AIT (Total pancreatectomy with auto islet cell transplant) and I can hardly believe I have been lucky enough to be living and thriving. I have not spent one single day in the hospital since I was discharged from my transplant surgery. NOT. ONE. SINGLE. DAY. IN. THREE. YEARS. Dreams really do come true! 

The first year of recovery was understatedly an “adjustment.” Getting used to living without a pancreas, getting used to be being a diabetic, getting used to taking 4 pills every time I want to eat, getting used to lacking several important organs, and just getting used to life in general was a challenge. Weaning off the pain medicine that had kept me sane for 3 years of pancreatic disease was a nightmare to say the least. I had set backs, pain, tears, and also a greater sense of appreciation for myself and those around me. Year two was much better, the road to recovery had been paved, and life was starting to turn around. I spent a lot of time with friends and doing things I would not have done pre-sickness. No sky diving here, but enjoying life. 

And year three deserves its own paragraph entirely. Year three started off with meeting the man I will be spending the rest of my life with, roaming around Fargo, North Dakota watching him throw his fast ball, going to 101 of our friends weddings, getting engaged on Christmas day, and adopting our sweet dog daughter Murfy Lou. Life doesn’t get much sweeter than this! I knew he was the one when, after dating for 3 weeks, I told him I needed my 2 year blood work and explained how even after countless operations, and stabbings, daily injections yada yada, I was deathly afraid of blood work. He came with, held my sweaty hand, and drove me to breakfast after. A KEEPER. Forever. And Ever.

Thank you GOD, thank you GOD for blessing me with Dr. Gruessner and Dr. Rilo, thank you for saving my life, and thank you for sending me Coty. 

P.S. Please pray for Jamie and Betty. 

Cheers to three years,


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