What inspires you?
I received an award Saturday night (not in person, because my fragile immune system wouldn't allow me to be in a room with so many people) that suggests I helped motivate the East Greenwich High School Cross Country team in its journey to the RI State Championship (and beyond). I'm of course honored and humbled to have this recognition, but come on, if not for the XC team, I wouldn't have left the hospital as soon as I did. Nor would I have had so much health-inducing fresh air and exercise, if not for the meets I attended. Inspiration is a two-way street, I guess. Watching those boys in their determination to be the best would inspire anyone: training since June no matter the weather conditions; getting up early even on Saturdays to run; putting the team's goal above personal ambition; running, running, running. If you're not a runner, you've no idea what kind of discipline it takes. Someone once said: life is short, but running makes it long. So thanks guys for the award, but more importantly, for your dedication, grit and success--an inspiration to us all.
When I think back to the day I left the hospital and went straight to the Davy v. Goliath meet against a school that almost never loses in any sport, I'm amazed at how far I've progressed. That was 17 days post-transplant; today is Day +73. I can't say I have all my energy back, because I don't. Some days are better than others but lucky for me, to be alone and palely loitering is not a threatening or depressing state. I enjoy the peace and quiet. I fill the time reading, writing, knitting, walking, thinking, managing household affairs. Napping (deserves its own sentence). If I am enthralled to anything, it's my illness/recovery, my personal belle dame sans merci.
Which reminds me how much I rely upon the Leukemia & Lymphoma Society's Discussion Boards for information and inspiration. It's a place I can go and hang with others who have (or take care of people who have) life-threatening blood disorders. Many of those posting have had transplants and are at various stages of recovery. Some are long-term survivors. Some of the stories are unbelievably sad; but many are hopeful, inspiring and even at times, funny.
Inspire or be inspired. Either way, you win.