All I Want is a Garden

Denial, anger, … acceptance? Or is there one between there?

Meh. I’m somewhere between denial and anger as my CDiff has returned despite the over 90% success rate of the transplant I underwent before the 4th of July. We will try another tried a second one, upping my chances to 98%, but that one failed as well. Leaving me in this hospital for 17 days and counting.

17 days of wondering why me.

17 days of worrying.

17 days of continued bad news and frustration and stress.

Here is the thing…all I want to do is plant my tomatoes and veggies. This has been the first summer in 10 years of living in this home I haven’t gotten my garden in on time. While planting now wouldn’t be ideal, it’s also not bad considering our climate has been entirely messed up.

Yes, in this epic, multi-year battle which now includes a fight for my life with a super bug, I just want my garden in place.

My garden in place = normalcy.

My garden in place = hope.

My garden in place simply soothes me and makes me feel as though it’s all going to be ok.

For the first time in all of this I’m honestly not sure how everything is going to turn out. I’ve been sure, over and over again it was going to be ok. But right now there are so many other things going on and so many lives hurting and just so MUCH for the first time in my life, I’m not sure even my superwoman abilities are grand enough to make all of this ok.

So yeah, I sent myself some flowers at the hospital because I deserve them. I remain grateful for family that will show up in 24 hours to help when things go south. But I need to find a solution that doesn’t disrupt everyone’s lives except mine.

I’m still searching.

I don’t know if my garden will be planted. I don’t know if my search will lead to anything I can control. But I am still here. And I guess that will have to do for now.


  1. Hi Erin. I have been thinking about you. I am sending you a tonne of good thoughts and positive vibes from up the coast. I am not sure what else to say, but I hope that knowing that someone in Vancouver is wishing you well will help.


  2. May I be so bold as to ask what city and state you live in?

    There is NOTHING anyone can say. All we can do is support you when you need to vent and cry and scream and throw shit and sit in silence. And it’s okay to not know how this is going to turn out. Just take it moment by moment. One sit-com at a time.

    We are out here. We have love for you and enough hope for when you are running low on it.

  3. Carn I’m in Southern California

  4. Erin, your frustration is completely understandable. I wish there was something tangible I could do to bring you peace.

    You said, “But I need to find a solution that doesn’t disrupt everyone’s lives except mine.”

    I would bet those that love you would accept disruption to the nth degree if it meant a solution. I hope one exists and your doctors find it STAT.

    Much affection coming to you from here.

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