It was the last day of Chanukah. At some point I wrote all the + days on our calendar and I knew that today, day +100, would fall on the last day of the holiday. I thought it was a good sign.
One hundred days is a transplant milestone. Today it doesn't feel like one. It seems like a lifetime ago that we started with such hope, such readiness for a future with new life inside our son. We knew that it could be rocky. We knew that the conditions for transplant weren't "ideal." We knew what could happen.
But I don't think we believed it.
And now, 100 days...it's not the celebration that I imagined. There's no 100 Day candles or cake or donuts or ...whatever one does to celebrate a milestone like this.
But there's still this:
And for now that's what we have.