The day I married Andy.
The day Isaac was born.
The day Ari was born.
The day Marty Tallman got me back into remission enough to have a transplant.
The day Sergio Giralt told me he could transplant me.
The day of my stem-cell transplant.
The day I came home after six months in New York.
The day Isaac was a Bar Mitzvah,
Yesterday; the day I met Monique, my stem-cell donor, and her daughter Aneeya.
My hope is that I'll quickly feel less gob-smacked, that I'll be able to process this full full circle, and eloquently write about it. Soon.
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