prayers are answered.....in their own time

So we arrived home late Sun evening 12th tired, disappointed ,and very hungry. As Alphie was sill in daycare we ate at a great Italian rest.  It was Monday at bout 2pm I got the next call.  Another organ was going to be available, but with a caveat.  They were worried about the pressure in my heart and needed me there asap to install a large line down my neck to measure those pressures.     

Arrived in plenty of time, but got bumped by another emergency.  We wouldn't know if the pressures were ok until they were able to perform this procedure.  It was over by about 9:00 PM that night and the heart was good.  Now it became another waiting game on that liver.   I was admitted to the hospital straight way and about 2:00 AM everything was a go.  I was prepped for surgery and rolled into the operating at 5:00 AM.  It was the only warm room in the hospital and filled with gadgets, lazers and meters and high intensity light bulbs....more than I ever imagined possible.

The trio team of anesthesiologists began their magic right away.  They told me goodnight and when I woke up I would have a new liver.  I never met the surgeons.   I never even saw them.  Mom had to wait an   hour to see me in recovery.  The surgeon told her the liver was a really good one and the surgery had gone as smooth as glass.  She was then allowed to see me for ten minutes.

They sent Mom to my semi-private room to await my coming up.  There was no need for me to go to ICU.  My roomate, who I had met the night before, was an interesting fellow who  had been through this in January.  We were up all night as he gave me sage advice and tried to settle my nerves.  The day was spent in the wonderful magic of medical making.  Mom and I spent the day hoping and praying we hadn' t been dreaming all night  and made unexpected and unintelligible crazy phone calls to everyone and people I  had forgotten to tell.  This was also followed up with many facebook posts and e-mails until finally we finally passed out, only to wake up in the wee hours for me to explain the nuances of baseball to Mom.

Earlier that afternoon, Mom went to get some ice a few doors  away.  When she came back, there was no  Jeff, no bed nor a trace of him anywhere.  Finally his roommate told her I was moved next door.  In her state of mind, it seemed like more dream material.  Now I have a  large private room with a couch Mom can roost on.

It is now Wed. at 11:00Pm here and I guess my first full day of a miracle new life in my body.  There is no time for messing around.  It is a regular book camp here with the day filled with spending time in the chair, my first walk and many pushes of the pain button as the reality of taking the edge off the pain set it.