The War of 4 AM

Ok, so this isn't quite related to cancer stuff, although I when it comes to sleep, I need it more than ever these days. My cat, however, doesn't see it this way. And so every morning around 4 AM we engage in this passive war in which she struggles to wake me, while I strive to stay asleep.

This is how most mornings go:

Chimera-ish

As I said in this post I'm a chimera now - I think. It's all pretty complicated. As far as my doctor says I'm 96-98% my sister. So, 4-2% of me is still me. Here's what I do know about being a chimera:

My blood type has changed.
I used to be AB, a universal recipient.

Now I'm A, the nerdiest blood type.

I am genetically my sister.
My blood, my spit, my skin cells are genetically and chromosomally identical to my sister - so I can frame her for murder if she ever pisses me off!

I am allergic to my cat.
I've never had any allergies in my life. But my sister has allergies, so now I do as well!

But that won't keep me from kitty snuggles! 

Twenty-Five... Again!

It's my birthday today! Uh, my original birthday that is. I can't believe that I'm 27 already. I don't feel like it. I know everyone says that on their birthdays, but I really don't feel 27. I just can't wrap my head around it. My life froze when I was diagnosed with cancer, and when I thawed just a few months ago, I found that I was not 25 anymore, but 27! Sometime during the months of chemo and then a full year recovering from the transplant, I had aged almost two years. On paper at least.

Cancer made being 25 pretty crappy, so I decided call a Mulligan and get a do-over. I'm not 27 today. I'm 25 again!

Maybe next year I'll be 25 again!