3 years ago today – or something like that

It was just 3 years ago that right about now I would be getting out of surgery, and heading to ICU for the beginning of my journey with my new liver. To me it still seems like it was yesterday, while to some of my friends it seems like it was a long time ago; it’s funny how time wanders at different perceptual rates for folks. Not a day goes by that I don’t think about it, and that’s not because I have this absolutely ginormous scar altering the landscape of that train wreck I call my stomach. It’s because of how amazingly lucky and blessed I am to have been able to have been transplanted while so many still have not.

“Live this day as if it will be your last. Remember that you will only find ”tomorrow” on the calendars of fools. Forget yesterday’s defeats and ignore the problems of tomorrow. This is it. Doomsday. All you have. Make it the best day of your year. The saddest words you can ever utter are, ”If I had my life to live over again. ”Take the baton, now. Run with it! This is your day! Beginning today, treat everyone you meet, friend or foe, loved one or stranger, as if they were going to be dead at midnight. Extend to each person, no matter how trivial the contact, all the care and kindness and understanding and love that you can muster, and do it with no thought of any reward. Your life will never be the same again.”
~ Og Mandino

It’s been a pretty good 3 years, I have to admit. The last several months have seen me starting to lose weight again, ride my bike again, and ride with purpose and finally gain ground again rebuilding muscle and endurance. I think I can finally say that I am more on the recovered end of the scale, than the recovering end now; and I like that.