Colour in the garden on a grey day

A hospital day.
Last time with the doctor I had for 9 years. It is difficult to say goodbye. He will have a new job and I wish him a good time.
For me he is my hero.
After the lungtransplantation he gave me about 7 years. Next month I'll reach the seven years. I'm doing very well. I can go on counting he told me. And that is a big promis for me.
There was a time I felt nothing by the word future. Now I know, I have future. Tomorrow is my birhtday and I will reach the age of 53. A number I have never dreamed of to reach... and now I will be 53. What a beautiful age.