Aunt Patrice (who, by the way, in an entire week, snored nothing but the two quietest, most delicate snores ever snored) asked me to post the following:
A good friend told me once that, “In any adventure, if you only look at the obstacles and focus on your fears, you’ll miss the best part of the whole experience. Just enjoy the ride.”
I tried hard to apply that to being a kidney donor, and looking back, I realize that advice served me well. My dear friends and family formed a prayer team to help me in times of worry and doubt. I can’t begin to tell you how much their constant e-mails, letters, phone calls, text messages and greeting cards encouraged me along the way, but believe me, those efforts are closely held in my heart.
My other encouragement came from the Lord. I was so hopeful that I would be the chosen one, and that if I were, my sister would finally know how much I loved her and how much I wanted to give her this gift.
One day I ran across this scripture while reading my bible. (My interpretations are in red.)
“But whoever (me) has this world's goods (two kidneys), and sees his brother (sister) in need, and shuts up his heart from him, (refuses to donate) how does the love of God abide in him?” 1 John 3:17
That evening my eyes landed on John 15:12&13. “This is my commandment, that you love one another as I have loved you. Greater love has no one than this, than to lay down one’s life for his friends”. The message was very clear to me, I knew it was a calling, and I had no intention of ignoring that call!
This past year has been an amazing journey of watching the Lord open door after door, and answer prayer after prayer. My sister keeps saying she is humbled, but it is I who has been in awe. Many of you haven’t heard of how her amazing children made (among other gifts) a banner for me of all of her 30 grandchildren’s pictures so that I could see how many lives my gift had impacted. That was an awakening, and I had a week to reflect on that since they hung the banner above my bed. Each morning I awoke to those sweet smiling little faces and it filled my heart with joy to know they would still be able to visit the Grandmother they loved so much. I intend to share those faces through the restaurant if you want to see how adorable they are!
And then there was Trina. What an amazing person my niece is! She spent a week taking care of her Mom and me. Normally, the hospital doesn’t allow donor and recipient to room together, but this particular day, they didn’t have enough rooms, so we ended up together. What a blessing that became! Not only was Trina there, (with the extra job of helping me) like a soft, quiet angel, attending to our every need, sacrificing meals and sleep to take care of us, never complaining, and always smiling, but she also found time to keep updating the blog to let everyone know how we were doing, which was a blessing to Alan and Luis who would have had many more phone calls to keep up with! Not to mention how well written it is, with humor, style and grace! I don’t know how she did it, but then, I also heard I was snoring a lot so I may have missed a thing or two. . . .She was such a blessing to us, as are her husband and children who made sacrifices so she could be there!
People keep calling me a hero. I used to think all my physical achievements would prepare me to be one. I know better now. The praise for this miracle really belongs to God. I hope He has been glorified through all of this. And I thank God for Bruce. He’s been there with me every step of the way. It’s comforting to know he’ll be with Michele now! Benny and I will miss you, Bruce. But we know you’re on a mission now. (Just so you know, we really don't want you to come back home in two years.) Job well done, son!
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