Stem cell transplant survivor: Happy 6th birthday to me!

What an exciting year this has been! On April 17, 2017, I celebrated my 62nd birthday. About a month later, I celebrated my 6th. Confused? I’ll explain. This year’s anniversary of the day I actually came into the world began with my phone ringing at 6 a.m. Early calls usually don’t bode well, so I just assumed it was an emergency. Instead, it was my son, Hayes, singing me happy birthday. That call started my morning off in the best possible way, and I continued to receive birthday greetings from friends and other family members throughout the day. As I did, it got me thinking. I thought about how I no longer “think” like a sick person. I thought about how I have my mojo back. I thought about how incredibly blessed I am to have my health, my family and my awesome husband, Wade. And I thought about how everything I went through to get here was totally worth it. My stem cell transplant: another chance at life after myelodysplastic syndrome Six years ago, I was a very sick woman. I had myelodysplastic syndrome (MDS) and was receiving treatment at MD Anderson. Chemotherapy drugs had done their job and destroyed my bone marrow, and now I was waiting for a stem cell transplant. My generous donor’s stem cells were on their way, and I would be receiving them the next day via transfusion. Only a fellow transplant survivor can understand that feeling: to be so sick, yet so hopeful. It is truly indescribable. At that time, the thought of being 10 or even five years down the road...