Today I talked to my transplant coordinator. So far, all lab results look great. I'm boringly healthy--no diseases or problems, but no super-powers either. Friday I'll have blood tests for glucose, cholesterol, and viruses such as hepatitis and HIV. Then next week, meeting with a dietician, social worker, nephrologist, donor advocate, surgeon, have a CAT scan to make sure I have two kidneys, and then . . .
And then that's it. Testing will be over. Assuming everything still looks good, I can schedule surgery for whenever I'm ready. It seems like it's been so fast. It's almost overwhelming to be a week and a half away from approval to donate. I'm excited to do this, and terrified.
Someone please tell me a joke. I could use a distraction.
Here's one I just put on a card for Emily--
ReplyDeleteWhat happens when two giraffes run into each other?
--A giraffic jam!
Or a really dumb one that always cracks me up:
Where did the King keep his armies?
--In his sleevies!
I like the one about the organ donor that....oh wait.... maybe not the time for that one :0)
ReplyDeleteI like the one about the organ donor that....oh wait.... maybe not the time for that one :0)
ReplyDeletePerris, you crack me up!
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