G’morning everyone, I wanted to share a quick word from Taylor.
This past 3 months have been simultaneously slow and rapid. I spent 6 weeks needing more love, attention, physical care, and assistance than any other time in my life. The effect of this on me has been immense. My own experience has molded my closest relationships and is almost its own journey apart from our whole adventure as an living organ transplant pair. So, through my own healing, what has been tangible for me?
- The hospital sucks. It’s a place I hope no one I love ever has to be for long.
- The road to healing is unpredictable. I never would have imagined my inability to look at a screen for fear of inducing nausea, my true love for my body pillow as the only vehicle for decent sleep, my incredible difficulty in being upright when all the muscles of my core were compromised (aka chopped up).
- Your people are everything. My family and friends did not let me have a terrifying moment alone. They stuck with me for the harrowing doctors’ rounds, the annoying breathing exercising, the sleepless nights and the less glamorous recovery after I got discharged. They told me to stand up straight with all the love in the world, they brought me food and hugs and jokes even when I had to press a pillow into my belly to soften the intensity of laughter on my muscles. They upheld me, they uplifted me, and then let me go when I was ready to do it myself.
You do what you can with what you have. If you have known me through this transplant process, you’ve probably heard me say that a lot. Post surgery, I had nothing, and all I could do was heal (and regrow a liver!). Now, it’s a beautiful reminder to continue to open myself to the next chapter of giving and sharing the little pieces of wisdom and love that I have.
Thanks for sharing, Taylor!!! We continue to pray for you & your family. You’re quite a blessing.
—Brad
