I tried, I really tried, to personally acknowledge all who sent me blessings, love, good wishes for my birthday, but I realised I would be busy writing or in other ways sending individual responses all day if I didn’t use the opportunity social media gives of sending a message like this to all of you. So, thank you, thank you, thank you, for your love and support.
For most of this year, I considered that I would not really make a big fuss of my birthday. I was hung up on that opportunity to have a second birthday in the year for the rest of my life – the day of my heart transplant on October 11. And then, in recent weeks, I’ve realised just what an awesome event this “original” birthday is.
Don’t get me wrong, I will still have a serious anniversary celebration come October 11. It’s a simple new fact of my (sometimes!) complicated life – I have two birthdays. I’ve even asked the technicians at Facebook if they can change their programme so that H2’s birthday in my body can be properly reflected for the world to see. It’s weird that in the “life events” section of Facebook, you can indicate when you became an organ donor, you can even note when you removed your braces, but you can’t announce when you became an organ recipient. So, I’ve asked them to address this – let’s see if they respond positively.
But, you see, the celebration of this original birthday came under serious threat two years ago when I seemed to be weighed down with “flu” – and don’t even consider the situation last year when I had by then been told that my heart was in failure mode and life was going to run out much sooner rather than later. It wasn’t that I was depressed or melancholy. It just seemed a bit off to be celebrating. Although I suppose that if one is going to be dying pretty soon, it’s far better to use every opportunity to enjoy this life absolutely totally. But one does need a properly pumping heart to live life to the fullest. Contradictions all round!
So, I really have relished this birthday. And thank you for sharing it with me.
Rebecca Hartle, as is her wont, did her darndest to embarrass me by posting this pic. And yet, what’s wrong with having the life energy to go out having made embarrassingly silly fashion choices, striking the most embarrassingly silly pose, being the embarrassingly silliest person around? What an absolute gift this life is!