The Call

I could probably make this a multi-part post. First, how I learned about positive thinking, putting it into practice, and seeing it in action. However, I’m going jump ahead to the “in action” phase because your time is precious and I just appreciate you reading my little blog.

My husband has been on the transplant list for several years. He was otherwise in excellent health, but when his liver regenerated, it made cancer. So he needed a new one. Based on his MELD score (there is a whole system for monitoring blood, scans, etc to determine where you fall on the recipient list) we anticipated he would be high enough on the list to possibly receive an organ in the fourth quarter of this year or first quarter of 2017.

As you know from my last blog post, I have been in the process of moving. I joked with my friends that The Call would come on moving day. After saying that a few too many times, I rephrased my joke and added, “All I need is for The Call to come the day after the move and I’ll be ok.” Just so you know, the Golden Rule of the Universe is that it doesn’t get sarcasm… or maybe it does and it just ignores it to mess with you. Who’s to say?

The movers arrived around 10:00am on Monday, July 18. Late that afternoon, as the movers were unloading furniture into the new house, we received The Call. We had 15 minutes to decide if we wanted the organ. With the decision made, we pushed the movers to essentially dump everything into house so we could shower, pick up our cats, eat a clear liquid meal (kind of hard to come by at 10:15pm) and get to the hospital.

We reported to the hospital at 12:30am, and surgery began at 7:00am on July 19, 2016. The day after the move.

The Universe hears you. Put out lots of positive energy. What you put out is what you get back. And remember: The Universe doesn’t get sarcasm.