Meet Me In The Hallway.
24.
Dianna's POV:
I devour my third corn beef and picked sandwich. It is summer time in Melbourne finally. I sit with my dad, Kylie and Anthony at a seaside cafe.
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Enjoying each other's company dad pays for our meals and we make our way to the sand. This is what life is about. I observe all around me and am so grateful for this wonderful bliss I am living in.
A life I was once deprived of now I bathe in. My feet soaked in the ocean tranquility at its best. To think three months ago I was on the verge of undergoing dialysis and now I am here. The sun emitting on me, I close my eyes and let the water soak my toes.
Three months and two days ago. An anonymous donor came forward and I had my transplant. There is a protocol in Australia where they must remain anonymous, understandable but I can't help but feel a sense of guilt. I wanna know who this person is, what they look like, have I adopted any of their characteristics?
But I guess I'll never know. So I will live life to the fullest on behalf of them and myself. Life is better, more free. Although I still have limitations which I bare. I am hungry all the time which is a change for me. No more side effects, nausea or weariness I am just so full of energy and eagerness has reached another level.
I am in desperate need of another holiday though. Doctor said in another couple months so I am counting. Maybe Europe this time?
Dad shouts my name indicating they are walking. I stand up and wipe the sand off me and follow them.
My brother and Kylie are getting married in five months and I am a bridesmaid I am so excited for them both. Dad and Lou are on a 'break' but promise they will return to each other when the time is right.
Then there is Harry, I can still hear is voice ever so vividly by my bedside at the hospital. Singing, speaking, holding my hand. I haven't heard from him in this entire time. I don't know what I did wrong? I know I collapsed before his show surely he wasn't mad at that? It was out of my control.
I miss him, like a lot. I wonder if I should call him but then maybe no. Maybe that part of my life is over. But surely he would have more respect for me, I mean not even a congratulations on my brand new life.
Life goes on I guess.
"Ok you tell them."
"No. you." Anthony and Kylie barge in the living room.
"What?" I say with my mouthful.
"Ok so we have decided on a destination wedding." Kylie beams, "Where?" I reply.
"LONDON!"
My heart drops. My tongue tracing along my teeth with leftover food.
"Why there?"
"Because I'm obsessed with the country, and never been and why not." Kylie smiles.
"Oh we also leave in three weeks." Anthony concludes.
"I'm gonna call Lou." Dad bounces off the couch.
"Great." I sarcastically shout.
I devour my third corn beef and picked sandwich. It is summer time in Melbourne finally. I sit with my dad, Kylie and Anthony at a seaside cafe.
https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/736x/ac/cd/9a/accd9a5722cf7297c21b94409728ead0--polyvore-outfits-spring-spring-outfits.jpg
https://media-cdn.tripadvisor.com/media/photo-s/07/27/88/0f/sandbar-beach-cafe.jpg
Enjoying each other's company dad pays for our meals and we make our way to the sand. This is what life is about. I observe all around me and am so grateful for this wonderful bliss I am living in.
A life I was once deprived of now I bathe in. My feet soaked in the ocean tranquility at its best. To think three months ago I was on the verge of undergoing dialysis and now I am here. The sun emitting on me, I close my eyes and let the water soak my toes.
Three months and two days ago. An anonymous donor came forward and I had my transplant. There is a protocol in Australia where they must remain anonymous, understandable but I can't help but feel a sense of guilt. I wanna know who this person is, what they look like, have I adopted any of their characteristics?
But I guess I'll never know. So I will live life to the fullest on behalf of them and myself. Life is better, more free. Although I still have limitations which I bare. I am hungry all the time which is a change for me. No more side effects, nausea or weariness I am just so full of energy and eagerness has reached another level.
I am in desperate need of another holiday though. Doctor said in another couple months so I am counting. Maybe Europe this time?
Dad shouts my name indicating they are walking. I stand up and wipe the sand off me and follow them.
My brother and Kylie are getting married in five months and I am a bridesmaid I am so excited for them both. Dad and Lou are on a 'break' but promise they will return to each other when the time is right.
Then there is Harry, I can still hear is voice ever so vividly by my bedside at the hospital. Singing, speaking, holding my hand. I haven't heard from him in this entire time. I don't know what I did wrong? I know I collapsed before his show surely he wasn't mad at that? It was out of my control.
I miss him, like a lot. I wonder if I should call him but then maybe no. Maybe that part of my life is over. But surely he would have more respect for me, I mean not even a congratulations on my brand new life.
Life goes on I guess.
"Ok you tell them."
"No. you." Anthony and Kylie barge in the living room.
"What?" I say with my mouthful.
"Ok so we have decided on a destination wedding." Kylie beams, "Where?" I reply.
"LONDON!"
My heart drops. My tongue tracing along my teeth with leftover food.
"Why there?"
"Because I'm obsessed with the country, and never been and why not." Kylie smiles.
"Oh we also leave in three weeks." Anthony concludes.
"I'm gonna call Lou." Dad bounces off the couch.
"Great." I sarcastically shout.
So far, this is interesting. And I like it
Well done
8/4/17