Cancer is sh*t, and sh*t grows flowers.

When all this is over, I’m going to be grateful for every day that I wake up without pain.

The things no one wants to do, I will be ecstatic for — like getting up early to go for a run in the morning the way I used to. I’m going to be grateful for every meal that I get to enjoy without this little mountain of pills in a nagging cup beside me. I’m going to be grateful for cocktails and coffee, for snuggles with kittens, for sleeping in and spontaneous sex. I’m going to love having hair, just so I can cut it all off — on my terms. I’m going to love dressing up, and I will never ever wear sweatpants in public again.

Me, 1 week before transplant, October 2017.
Photo courtesy of the author.

A.M. Carter earned a bachelor’s degree in journalism from the University of Florida. She writes about philosophy, science, politics and current events.

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