Celebrations and new week!

My celebration-weekend was pretty great... We didn't do much on Friday night... had some champagne and watched a horrible horror movie that was suggested by Jolandi (note NEVER take movie advice from her again)! On Sat we had the lunch, which was great. Afterwards we went to pick up Carli, who's up in JHB for work, and had a braai with Suzanne, another old school friend! It was GREAT! Didn't have my camera there, but suzanne did take some pics, so hopefully I get them eventually! We just had such a great time, and was great to celebrate with some of my friends of about 20 years (Carli, Suzanne and I all met before we were 5 years old!).

Went back to gym tonight, which was crappy :-( SO unfit, because over Xmas I did no gym, and then I was back there ONE time, and then got my myserious infection... Last week I worked over-time to catch up, so THIS WEEK is the week I get back into action. Going to be sore tomorrow probably, but going back there! What's wierd for me, is that I'm "unfit", but my lungs are the same... just my body gets more tired quicker! IN my "previous life" if I've been sick and got "unfit" my LUNGS wanted to die and kill me off.

On that note... Bree wrote an awesome poem and said I could paste it here (seeing as I've NEVER been the poetry-writing type), so here goes her genius... (she received her lungs just over 5 months ago). She captured my thoughts exactly :-)

TonightI laid in bed
And nothing else mattered
Because I am alive
I opened the drawer beside my bed and pulled out my stethoscope
And listened
To all that i've been given
Safely enclosed inside my chest
Behind a tiny wire
Behind a long, clamshell line
Surrounding my heart
Two beautiful creatures
Kindly entrusted to me
In my careForever
LifeGiven and received
Taken with thanks
Celebrated in all aspects

So i listened
Inflate
Deflate
Inflate
Pause
Not a sound
Not a crackle,
or wrinkle
Not a wheeze or a pop
Nothing sloshing or gushing
SilenceBeautiful silence

Where once i could not blow out a candle
I can now run down the street
Where i once could not laugh in the slightest
I laugh long and hard
Even though no sound comes out
Through the casing of my stethoscope
Can i hear my life
Can i see it rise and fall beneath my eyes
Fragile, yet strong
Clear
From the bottom to the top and all around
Sounding like parchment paper, so thin, yet two little warriors
Keeping me going
Keeping me breathing
All thanks to the kindness of another whom I do not know
And never will

It is strange to me that these wonders were not born with me
We were not made together
But manufactured apart
Yet somehow, someway
Our lives became one
And you saved me
And will continue to do so

So tonightWhen the world may seem scary
And material things uncertain
I listen through my stethoscope
And remind myself
In this moment
Nothing else matters

Posted by Bree at 10:17 PM