Thursday, January 31, 2013

Celebrating a fourth birthday

Dinner at the Frontera Grill in Chicopee
There was a time when I didn't think I'd live for four days, let alone four years, and when, during the first year after transplant, I was pleasantly surprised that a kidney specialist said he'd see me in three months, because that meant he thought I would live that long.

And here I was tonight, having a re-birthday dinner with Joe at a Mexican restaurant, enjoying good conversation and enchiladas, sangria and homemade guacamole, having put in a good day's work writing and looking forward to tennis tomorrow.

Although Dr. DeAngelo had said you could break out the Champagne at two years, I didn't want to tempt fate by acting overly confident, so I had coffee with friends instead.

I've watched the calendar as the four-year anniversary of my transplant approached, but again, superstition came close to keeping me from observing it. I was telling a friend that I wasn't sure what God would think, and she said this wise thing:

"God wants us to celebrate."

What a nice idea, I said, adding with a laugh, "I don't think God cares if I go out to dinner or not."

So off I went, giving thanks to my donor, Denise, on this day as on every day.


Diane said...

Happy Birthday to my miraculous sister!

Anonymous said...

Our Darling Runni!

Happy, Joyful, Healthful Rebirthday!

one day we should go out with Ben to the pizza parlour we went to for his first outing!


donna said...

Happy Birthday!!! I'm so happy for you! You are a very cute four year old!

PJ said...

Happy Happy Happy Happy!!!!

Anonymous said...

Our Runni -- tennis ever...

you are so inspiring! if it's any consolation...i had a serious reaction of being sick after a $64. dolllar meal with colleagues today...

it's that time of the year...