A year ago today, I returned home from the spa (that’s how people refer to a long term stay at a medical facility, right?) I can’t believe that an entire year has passed since then and I’m still discovering so much about myself and the world in which we live. It was all so simple when I was trapped at home for those nine months, on figurative and sort of literal house arrest. I pretty much spent the time at my leisure – taking morning walks with Jax and catching up on reading, writing, drawing, etc. Put it this way, had I been a bit older I like to think I would have qualified for the Red Hat Society. Then January came and with it was the possibility of returning to work and an abbreviated life. It was awesome to hear the “all clear” and once I walked back into the halls of the high school where I work, it was like I never left.
Nearly five months have passed since then and while some things are exactly the way they were pre- transplant others have left me feeling like I’m in an episode of the body snatchers (that’s a thing, right?) I look in the mirror and am not quite convinced that the woman with the thick curly dark hair is me (I’m pretty sure I had fine straight blondish hair for pretty much ever). I’m also not entirely sure of when I entered the world of hot flashes. I’m pretty sure I’ve been living in my own personal summer for months now, so the advent spring was not nearly as exciting for me. Now it just means that my current system of limited clothing, one leg sticking out from under the sheet and constantly flipping to the cool side of the pillow will have little to no impact. On the plus side, I recently applied the patch and my personal summer is more like summering in northern Canada. So figuring out the middle aged thing at thirty is definitely new, despite having just turned one year old based on my new stem cells. (My friends threw me an awesome first birthday party complete with bibs, baby bottles, a smash cake and even a photo booth. It was really awesome and proves how lucky I am. It came on the heels of my real birthday which also brought great celebrations. So clearly, April is my most favorite month – with two birthdays and a vacation week!) But add the body snatcher elements to my new energy level – think the tortoise in the Tortoise and the Hare and new perspective on life; I’m like a whole new person, a happy person but definitely new.
That must be why someone opted to steal my identity, because who wouldn’t want to be me, right? I found out a week ago that someone stole my identity and bought some stuff. Luckily, I’m one of those crazy people with alerts on everything and found out pretty quickly. I have to say that it has been a hassle to deal with, but in the grand scheme of my life definitely minor. I don’t blame them, my life is pretty awesome! I spent this past weekend showering one of my favorite people with love to celebrate her upcoming nuptials, reconnecting with an old friend who lives across the country, chatting with another friend for hours on the phone, arguing over a comforter set in Target with my fiancee’ (like a real couple, we haven’t had the opportunity to do much of that in this past year other than our long weekend getaway a few weeks ago). My “new” life is as full as my last one, only now the future seems less scary in some ways. That’s not to say that the scars from Hodge have all disappeared because they haven’t, now they just serve as reminders of how far I’ve come. The new me definitely exudes more confidence, looks at the world in awe, (I honestly spent quality time watching a weasel play in the garden at the cancer center today) and makes sure I appreciate everything! So I hope the party that pilfered my identity gets those qualities and not just my money (of which there isn’t a whole lot, so jokes on them).