By the Blood of Another
Today marks five years since my life-saving stem cell transplant. The blood in my veins is no longer my own; it’s my sister’s. The doctors say this is my fifth birthday, like I am literally a new person.
For those of you who followed cancer journey, you likely watched as I went through treatment after treatment and came to the end of my rope. The knot at the end of my rope was a stem cell transplant. Ultimately, my sister’s blood brought me life and I have now been cancer free for five years. For lymphoma, this means I am healthy beyond remission. I’m cured.
I’m currently laying in the bottom bunk of a crickety bed at Falls Creek. My eyes are flush with tears. Twice in my life I have been saved by the blood of another. Five years ago I was saved from cancer. Sixteen years ago I was saved forever. The parallels are powerful and raw to me, and I pray they never callous over.
Twice, a sacrifice was made for me. Twice, I couldn’t save myself. Once I was facing death on earth. Once I was facing death for eternity.
Twice I was saved by the blood of another.
Posted on Mon, July 23, 2018
by Lorelei Ross