Riley came into this world July 15, 2014 and on October 9th, 2014 she was given the chance to stay in it. Today marks her first “Lifeday” as it’s often referenced in the transplant world. One year ago my cells made their way into her tiny cord covered body and we all held our breaths for months after waiting for her immunity to come. The procedure itself was anti-climactic but every moment with her since has been anything but. There is not a second that goes by that I am not forever grateful for the amazing team of doctors and nurses who cared for not only Riley but the rest of my family as we endured 6 months of hospital life. Every ounce of my being is changed because of the life that Riley has lived, I often think of how different our outcome could have been and shudder at the thought of anything other than the healthy girl she is today.
I never read what I’ve written in the blog…over the past week I’ve pulled it up a couple of times while reminiscing about her chemotherapy with the intention of scanning my words. This time last year was so hard…hard enough that when I tried to re-read I couldn’t. I’m tearing up just thinking about my failed attempts in fact. I got a few sentences in and it all felt too heavy, I’ve learned that when things get heavy…Put. Them. Down. So I did, I do. This morning I decided to forego the chemo blogs but click on my post “Transplant Day”…I needed to read that one…I needed to be catapulted back to that time when I was so unsure to really appreciate how far we’ve come.
“So here we are…transplant day. October 9th…exactly 2 months after we arrived here at UCSF. This is the day we have been waiting for, this is the day that her little system resets, this is the day that marks another new beginning for us. I am a bundle of nerves, this has to work…it just has to. I know it will but I need everyone and their mother behind me today knowing it will too.”
It worked. She’s here. She’s Home. She’s Healthy. Thank you for being behind me that day and every day since.