Day 3

"To my Amazing Donor, 

My partner and I are so grateful for all of your effort, time and cells. I have been battling cancer for a while now, and what you have given us is hope for our future. A future where we may one day have our own family and live to a ripe old age. 

Thanks to you, this is all possible. I promise to cherish your cells and treat them well! 

Words can not explain how grateful we are. 

Thank you. 

Your recipient, partner and family."

How do you say thank you to a person like that? One who has given the gift of Life for someone completely anonymous! I have been thinking about what to write to the donor for days. It has to be completely anonymous - we can't say our names, ages and location (i.e. from QLD). This all makes it terribly difficult! I hope this card does it justice!

The Donor isn't the only person we owe many thanks to. There is a myriad of people we can't thank enough. Our friends and families are an endless source of support, advice, food and hugs. This experience would be so much more difficult without these people caring for us. The love on facebook has just been so touching, and a source of strength and happiness when times have been tough. Thank you. 

My role as the carer is a pretty tough gig. There are so many facets of caring for someone. I have to make sure he has all his meds, eats well for each meal of the day (including snacks), attends the right appointments on the right day, make him juices and smoothies (that he doesn't then drink), remember to tell the Doctors things that Shane forgets, and the list goes on. 

When Shane is unwell, he is completely self focused. He doesn't think about me, or even talk to me much (understandably). His sense of humour dissipates and my attempts at humour are brushed off. This only happens when Shane is really unwell, or in a lot of pain. But it means that during the most difficult times, my key pillar of support is not available to me. He doesn't hug me back when I hug him, and he's not there at home waiting for me to unload after a rough day. He forgets to say "drive safe" when I leave late at night. These little signs of affection and intimacy don't exist during these tough times.

But I know, before anyone else, when Shane is getting better. How?

He starts noticing my boobs. 

I can't tell you how elated I am when we start having small little moments of intimacy! The highs and lows of this process are extreme, but the highs really do take the cake! 

Today is a bit of a low. Shane is in a lot of pain and just feeling unwell in general. So I'll keep day-dreaming of the day he sees my boobs again. 

Good night xx