Transplantiversary, year 2

Today is a very important day for me.

It is what some people would call my re-birthday, but what we like to call my transplantiversary.

Today, two years ago, I received the life giving donation of 6-some-odd-million stem cells from my big sister. To say that the last 2 years have been a gift is truly an understatement.

Being diagnosed with cancer was something I never expected. Something no one expects, really. And to know that I was able to kick the crap out of it, conquer it, and make it past the various hurdles that have blocked my way is a blessing.

The last 2 years have really been a testament to what it means to truly live, and for what I want my future to be. To share that with you, readers, here are my 2016 and 2017 #bestnine (thanks Instagram!)

While I am a writer at heart, I don’t really have the words to express my utter gratitude for all of the people in my life.

To my sister for moving across the ocean for me and for her life-saving donation.

To the Universe for helping me get through all of the trials and tribulations that have come since my diagnosis on September 1st 2015.

To my mom for her support and for everything she has done to help me stay in Amsterdam

To my husband for being the wonderful human he has always been.

To my in-laws who have made life here just that much easier.

Of course to the rest of my family and friends who have been so supportive and who took the time to come and be with us when they could, and all of the positive energy and vibes they’ve sent.

And to you, reader, whoever you are to me, thank you for following me as I share my story, slowly but surely. If you have sent a prayer or a thought my way through all of this, I appreciate you more than you could ever imagine.

With immense gratitude,


The Road to Memoir

I spend a lot of time struggling to find a way to gather all of these feelings constantly running through my mind.

I spill them like hot tea over the pages of my journals.

I spend a lot time up and down with my moods and the way I look at the series of events that have lead me to this corner of my couch in the home I share with my now Hubsband. Yes I am aware that that is not a real word, and, no, I do not care.

I whimper or weep uncontrollably in his arms when the realities of this post-cancer life feel far too overwhelming.

I spend a lot of time in a tug-of-war with my thoughts and my writing. As I try to navigate their parts and to figure out which parts of my life I want to keep sacred and close to my heart, and which parts I want to share with the world. Continue reading The Road to Memoir

Car sharing and my self-image

I am a girl. I am 25. I am a bride-to-be. I am a writer. I am a
sister, daughter, friend, a pizza enthusiast.

 I am also a cancer survivor. Friends and family know this about me, and most people I encounter deduct this about me because I still wear a hat.

It really grinds my gears that sometimes people can only see me as the last person on that list. Most of the time, I really feel like that is the only thing people can see about me. But a few weeks ago, my perspective shifted after an (initially infuriating) exchange with a course mate.

Continue reading Car sharing and my self-image

Hello world!

Live passionately, with integrity, and no regrets.

I’m not entirely sure where that quote comes from, but about 5 years ago I found it written on a yellow post-it note in my Dad’s handwriting. Since then, these are words that I live by.

Who am I?

First and foremost, I’m just a kid and life is a nightmare…. oh wait no, that’s Simple Plan. My name is Darya! I was born and raised in Niagara Falls, Ontario, Canada. In August 2014, I took the plunge and moved across the world the Amsterdam, The Netherlands, to purse a Masters Degree. I love to write. I love pizza, donuts, and anything purple. I am a cancer survivor. Continue reading Hello world!