As I wake in my hospital room this morning for the 77th time, I stare at the ceiling and sigh. My first thought is one of frustration, for I am living a nightmare. My second thought is one of gratitude, for I am thankful I am waking up at all. I’ve known friends in my situation that did not.
I’m trying to hold on to the gratitude in my heart when the parade of techs, nurses and doctors starts. I miss the solitude and privacy of our home. The quiet mornings with hot tea, dippy eggs and snuggling with my husband and fur babies. I take a deep breath and remind myself that my situation could be worse. I am fortunate to have such a great cardiac staff here at Presby. They never seem to forget that they may work here, but I live here. And that amazes me. They continually support my family and I going above and beyond their duties by; purchasing organ transplant tee shirts, giving me cards, chocolate, and small gifts. One gift I cherish above all others; the gift of their friendship. We have laughed and cried together. There will always be a special place in my heart for them.
As morning turns to afternoon, grey clouds drift through blue skies and my thoughts drift with them. September is here, the first day of fall is just a couple of short weeks away. I love this time of year, the urge to be back home baking and hanging autumn decorations is almost overwhelming. I am reminded of our friends who have made up a fundraising committee in our honor. They have been working hard putting together a reverse raffle to offset medical/travel/lodging expenses for my husband and I. They have managed to arranged the perfect location with great food and obtain fantastic raffle prizes, gift baskets, and more. The most precious gift to us is their time. The time spent in planning meetings and the Saturday they have given up hold the the event.
I struggle to find words to express my appreciation. We are touched by the overwhelming generosity and kindness that has been shown to us these past eleven weeks. Not only from family and friends, but from strangers also. The outpouring of prayers and well wishes continues to humble me.
Neither myself nor my family imagined that I would still be here in the hospital waiting for a donor heart. I try to find comfort in the fact that the Divine has a plan in motion. I pray for my future donor every day and remember that he or she still has a bit of life to live, and I am glad for it. I think of how far I have come spiritually knowing in my heart that all our suffering will be worthwhile.
Please let me express my appreciation again for all everyone has done and continues to do for us. I give thanks and show gratitude to Spirit who has designed a plan for my highest good and who has given us the strength to endure and persevere.