How to Touch Again:

A Trust Fall Back into Life After a Bone Marrow Transplant (Day 53)

The public first place I went post bone marrow transplant (besides the hospital) was a coffee shop. That’s exactly how it should have been. Throughout the entire process, I’ve found myself missing that setting most — the simpleness of curling up with a book in a worn down, leather chair and sipping espresso. Only this time around, I’m wearing a mask that makes me look like a duck and I have to Lysol wipe down the entire surface first; hoping and praying that someone else’s snotty…