So speechless....

I've had a shitty day - it seems like everyone has.

First i found out I can't do roller derby b/c it's a contact sport - I can't do any contact sports, so that royally bummed me out, and nothing anyone said or did could cheer me up. Jenna sent me a link on weird sports that people could do and the only thing that put even the slightest ray of sunshine into my darkened mood was an actual sport called 'shin kicking'. Yes, shin kicking, where you kick people as hard as you can in the shins for fun. The next closest mood booster was mentions of going on a hunger strike, a national geographic special on death camps, and thoughts of zombies.

And then Jess called me to tell me about her bad day. She woke up, discovered a flat tire, pumped it, backed out of her drive way......

and ran over her cat :(

Rest in Peace Toby, you were awesome and I will miss squeezing and loving you:(

This morning i had a meeting for RecycleMe.org and my friend Carol was there. We were talking about all things transplant when the mention of donor letters came up. I mentioned how i wrote mine back in October but hadn't heard back, but how i wanted to but felt i never would. I don't remember if she said she wrote hers. But either way, i was bound and determined to live my life never knowing a single shred of anything about my donor.

And then my co-ordinator called.

A letter from my donor family had arrived at the hospital....