Day Eleven

It's day eleven. That's eleven days after the second transplant.  There are so many ways to count those days. It's also eleven days of not touching a musical instrument (due to illness), eleven days of being ill in so many ways, eleven days poorer due to medical expenses and eleven days of being away from my home and my job.  That sounds depressing but there is a blinding bright light around the corner. 

The light is there. I can't quite see it yet but I know it's there. Since the transplant, I've noticed a slow but steady improvement.  I'm starting to at least think about practicing and how the world works. I'm imagining a return to a normal and healthy life without three or four medical appointments every day and I'm walking a few blocks without agony. 

All of this is a welcome shift from focusing on illness without a care about anything else.  My thoughts are becoming my own rather than just a reaction to various illnesses. The light around the corner is close, very close.