I have been very impressed with the transplant program at IMC. That's the huge hospital on 54th and State in Murray, for anyone who doesn't know. Everyone I've met has been very good to treat me as a person, not a machine to keep a kidney alive. Today I met the donor coordinator for my recipient. I think it's good that there are different coordinators. That just helps to avoid any conflicting interests, and helps keep anyone from thinking of me as an extra-efficient dialysis machine.
My husband is impressed that, of the three transplant surgeons in this program, the one doing my surgery has the smallest hands. He figures the smaller the hands, the less bruising I'll have. I'm beginning to see his point, actually. If a hand must reach from my navel to the back of my ribs, I prefer that hand to be delicate and small.
T minus 6 days, and counting.
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