Today marks 90 days since Jack was put in my belly. (say in AUSTIN POWERS/FAT BASTARD voice)

The plan was to start my morning at clinic then do something “fun” to celebrate. But plans change. There will still be a celebration but it won’t just be about Jack. It will be to celebrate my beautiful grandmother’s life and legacy. She passed away 2 days ago at 92 years young. I am so grateful for all of the wonderful memories we shared and all of the “teachings” over the years.

She fell pretty ill shortly after transplant. I remember she came to see me in her maroon colored top and pants. Sat by my bedside and observed everything. I know now, she is saying “my work here is done”. Because I know she prayed for me constantly, everyday asking for a miracle. I am so happy she got to see me and meet Jack. Even better is that a month ago, when I actually started to feel like a human again, I got to take a day trip to Delaware and visit her. My cousin took me and said I know this is important to you. We had a great visit, reminiscing, laughing and I held her hands in my mind the entire time.

We talked a lot about the family drama. You know. The who did what first. This person is still mad at this person. This person needs to stop doing that. That person needs to start doing this. Family is family. Nothing will change that. People will make mistakes. But family working together can overcome all obstacles.

Whenever I spoke to my grandmother I would always start the conversation by asking for a blessing. “Bendicion Grandma!” to which she would reply, "Que Dios te cuide y acompane" or "Dios te bendiga". And we would always end our conversations saying, “Sigue Luchando”. Which means to keep fighting.

I promise to keep fighting the good fight Grandma. Not just for me but for those who need help too.

Fingers/toes crossed for a great check up and lab results. My Tacro (anti-rejection med) levels have been all over the place so hopefully no more changes this week.

Hope everyone had a nice long weekend.