Remember your graduation day? It could have been high school. College. With today’s new thinking it could have been Pre-K, Kindergarten, 5th, 8th or any other number of “graduation” days we have invented but that is for another day another blog.
For me graduation was high school. First most important day of our life events. We aim for that day. That day is marked on the calendar. Can’t wait for that day! I mean it is THE DAY! Graduation! What a day it will be and once it arrives…
There is the day after graduation. Do you remember that day? Remember, the sun came up. You didn’t have to go to school. What did you do? Your life was still ahead of you and your plans were grand. Or your plans were developing. Or there wasn’t a plan except to see the next sunrise. My plan was college and here are my proud parents in my dorm at Bowling Green State University. Didn’t I look like I had a plan! No. I didn’t think I did either and I was there.
Today, February 28, 2023 was a graduation day for me. Today was my 1 year anniversary of a bilateral (double) lung transplant. Just saying out loud gives me chills. Now that I have graduated from recovery school what are my plans? I mean like high school I have my whole life ahead of me right? Absolutely! Now all I have to do is work on that plan that I have planning for the whole year. About that plan.
Plan one was taken from Jim Valvano the head coach of North Carolina State national championship basketball team of 1983 which was survive and advance. That seemed to be the plan for a solid six weeks. All this while I planned more but nothing seemed to stick. I was searching for what I have no idea. My life made the quarantine seem like child’s play. While you were coming back into the world I had to hide.
Okay let’s make some new plans but first let me enjoy this graduation day for just a few more minutes. We (Cindy and I) ate out for the first time since before you couldn’t. It was a good plate of Romano crusted chicken at Cheesecake Factory. It was good. There were some sourdough cookies and milk. Tomorrow it’s back on the dietary regimen that has dropped 55 and counting but for today I think I’ll enjoy that last 11 minutes of February 28, 2023. Graduation Day if you will. Where’s the party? You know I’ll come up with a plan tomorrow but for now I’ll enjoy the day.
The Breath in my Lungs 