I wrote the other day about how I lost the elephant bracelet I'd been wearing since the day I found out I was a match. I thought about ordering a new one, but it wouldn't be the same. I started wearing the bracelet Jon had been wearing, one of the 18 I'd made for friends and family, but that's not the same either.
I missed mine. It symbolized a link, a hope, a period of time that was intense and profound and life-changing.
And then yesterday, as I hung my ganesh necklace around the buddha statue it stays on at night, there it was. The elephant. My elephant. Lying there as if it was a gift on an altar.
I have no idea how it got there. No one here is owning up to finding it and leaving it for me.
But somehow, that little symbol found its way back.
I'm attributing it to transplant karma.
That is incredible.
ReplyDeleteUsually I can't comment on your blog for some reason, but today it seems I can! I have been reading your blog for a week or so now. Different circumstances, mine being cancer, but I had kidney surgery in March and I have been able to relate to your emotional healing really well. Good days, bad days. Strange swelling, and feeling fat. Wonderful for your brother what you were able to do for him, Lois from Ontario.
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