Saturday, July 18, 2009

Stopping Time

On Friday afternoon, I finally speak with someone at Dana-Farber who had indicated in a phone message the day before that she had new information about my upcoming transplant. Readers, I admit I had been hanging onto that cliff with all my will.

I am to be admitted Friday, July 31 to have a catheter surgically implanted in my chest and to begin preparation for my second transplant, which better be the coup de gras. How much can a woman take?

After the brief phone call, a wave of elation washed over me and I rushed out to tell my husband the news. We hugged and he became misty-eyed, then went back to working on his bike. Suddenly, the enormity of it struck me. An anonymous donor was willing to save my life. I wept buckets. And then I called the Financial Coordinator at Dana-Farber to make sure my health insurance ducks were all in a row.

I have two weeks to live large, and I plan to render each day down to its essence. Time will neither fly nor creep because I'm going to pay attention to the here and now. I've stopped wearing a watch.

Clocks slay time... time is dead as long as it is being clicked off by little wheels; only when the clock stops does time come to life. ~William Faulkner

6 comments:

Ronni Gordon said...

Yes it's great when the process moves along. Glad you have a date, and glad you're enjoying each minute. You have a great attitude...you don't seem to fret as much as some of us (like me) do. Maybe I can come over and say hi, depending of course on how you're feeling,

PJ said...

I would love that, Ronni. I fret plenty. Yesterday I had a minor breakdown when my husband was taking me to have my TB test read. Believe it or not, I had not an ativan on me. He bought me ice cream as a consolation.

Diane said...

excellent news, PJ! live it up, girl.

Jim said...

Live large, good lady. We are sending every positive vibe we have notheast.

Anonymous said...

Live large- live true.
Lea

Daria said...

Wonderful news ...