With the transplant a month away, I have discovered that my lists are beginning to grow lists. I had hoped that my paper (and iPod) inventories would be filled with check marks or black cross-out lines showing me all that I have done to prepare for June’s events. Instead, I am finding that the number of items that I have hastily scrawled in the margins is keeping ahead of the embellishments marking each item’s completion. Such is the life of a busy Mom, Writer, and Teacher.
I received a call from my Dad’s coordinator this week. She is in charge of the “event planning” leading up to the big day. She emailed me the schedule on Friday. Dad and I will have three days of lab work and appointments (with the Anesthesiologists, Surgeons, Nephrologists, and Transplant coordinators) in the days prior to the surgery. All of this was expected and really not a big deal. For some reason, the sheet harmlessly entitled “Donor Diet Instructions” hit me with a sickening smack. During our days of appointments, Dad and I will also be required to begin our liquid diet. Can you already understand where this is going? Unfortunately, I did not.
The request of a transfer from a solid to a liquid diet signals that Bowel Prep is on the horizon. So for one evening and the following morning, I will be drinking chilled Magnesium Citrate and living in the bathroom. My Dad will be doing the same. Not what I call fun. My husband said, “Just take your lap top and watch some of your favorite movies while you are in there. Make it a movie marathon.” Not sure that I want to associate my favorite movies to the particular experience, but I understand his sentiment. It is a truly small price to pay to give someone I love something he needs.
Attitude adjustment commencing...
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