2007
The journey began with a dream and a small blue dog that becomes my companion.

The dog guides me, with the light, through an ancient maze in a city called Moscow.

The path is long and narrow and I travel for days without rhyme or reason. 

What unfolds before me is just a deep and dark unknown.

I've been waiting at the depot for days, staring at a clock on the wall who's hands stand still. 

The ticket I'm holding, can no longer save me.  Now I must find my own way home.

A  Transplant Journey and the
Art of Transformation
by Vickie Dash

I look into the mirror and see a strange reflection. 

I know I am more than my illness and it must not define me.
 
But who am I in this life I call mine?