My loved ones and I hold two days close as far as my transplant anniversary goes - the 21st, when I received the call and sat in anticipation of my procedure, and the 22nd when, early in the morning, my surgery began. The latter, especially for my immediate family, is certainly the day that holds more trauma, more significance, more change. It wasn’t until months later when we learned that my transplant procedure was one of Stanford’s most difficult ever. At the time, it was a bold reminder of the trajectory we were on, with so many setbacks still to come. The resilience that this year has called for continues to overwhelm me. But on the other side, is the view of humanity that I have been granted. The community surrounding me through these tough and trialed days comprises of a sphere that is so far outside of my own understanding. The number of loved ones and strangers that have come by my side in these times appears infinite. It is the single most humbling experience. To each one that has walked with me - Thank you for the company. Thank you for the kindness. Of course, it all comes back to the choice and gift made by my donor and donor family, something that cannot be repaid. Due to them, I am alive another year. As my sister so truly stated, ‘Organ donation is an incredible gift. (We) urge you to consider it.’ Today, I am sitting on my dock with some family and my pup, breathing fresh air. And oh, it is such a delight, such a direct contrast from the circumstances that were just beginning to unfold one year ago. The skies spell it out so clearly- Hope is never in vain.

My gratitude for each and every soul who has donated time, prayers, and funds is unending. Every ounce of it has helped to deliver me to this day.  Love Anna