Because I write some of my blog posts ahead of time and schedule them to publish, you had no idea that I was driving up to Richmond, VA today to visit Medical College of Virginia/Virginia Commonwealth University to meet with a transplant team.
You were not aware that I was being poked and prodded and evaluated to see if I'm healthy enough for a kidney transplant soon.
You couldn't see the tears in my eyes as my hubby went to the lab to have 15 vials of blood drawn to see if he is potential donor for me.
I didn't want to share that with you because. . . well, I don't know why. Because it's personal? Because it's not pretty, and organized, and crafty. It's not gardening, or cooking, or cleaning.
But then, tonight, as I sat down and thought of all that occurred today, I realized that if I can show you my silverware drawer and my laundry detergent then I can certainly share something as real as my pain.
Many of you have been so gracious and kind to me - a total stranger - and I know you have been praying for my health. I've received so many sweet comments and emails from you and I want you to know that I really appreciate it.
So, here's what happened today. I had an EKG done, lots of blood work, a chest x-ray, and a TB test. I still need an MRI and an ultrasound. I answered tons of questions about my medical history and my family history.(Polycystic Kidney Disease in inherited) I met several doctors and let them listen to my chest, back, and abdomen with a cold stethoscope. I held my breath as they poked my painful right kidney to see if they could feel it. I also found out that I'll need to have my gallbladder out before the transplant so it won't rear it's ugly head later. I think the worst part was the EKG because I'm very ticklish and for some reason the leads they used were very cold and I couldn't stop giggling - talk about embarrassing!
Hubs and I spent an hour with a care coordinator going over the details of the process. The most uncomfortable part is the donation part. You see. . . someone has to give up a body part for me to get healthy. That just doesn't float my boat. I like to be the one giving - not taking. It's one thing to give blood but it's a completely different scenario to give an organ. The coordinator helped us put things in perspective and we'll start getting the word out for a live donor soon. (Come to find out, Hubs is not the best donor for me because he has high blood pressure).
As we were driving to the Center this morning at 6:00 a.m., Hubs looked at me and said "Are you nervous?". I thought for a minute before giving an answer. Yes, I was nervous. But, not for the reasons you would think. I was nervous because I knew that God had given me this assignment to do. I knew He had assigned me to be a light to every person I met today. I spent time with 11 different people today in one-on-one conversations. I had an opportunity to show how God has blessed me and given me grace and mercy to handle whatever comes along. I was nervous because I didn't want to disappoint my Lord. I wanted to finish today well.
If you're still reading, thanks so much for hanging on to the end of this lengthy post. I'm sorry I don't have any photos to share. I wasn't wearing a very flattering gown!