We just returned home late on Friday January 12, 2006 after getting both our Wills and Powers of Attorneys done at our lawyers office, when we received a phone call at 4:30PM from the Transplant Unit.  The results of my 48 hour urine collection were inconclusive.  Another urine collection is necessary. 

They held the unit open for me on Friday until 5:30PM, so that I could go and collect the containers with hydrochloric acid added to them, to be used for my new urine collection. 

Whoo hoo!  Another urine collection this weekend. Really... I can't go very far at all, because I am told to be very well hydrated when I do these tests.  So every time I pee, I drink two glasses of water.  Therefore, I'm pretty much peeing every 20 minutes.  These jugs get real heavy too!  I mean... I think I threw my back out the last time, trying to hold the jug in place while I peed into it.  It is really quite comical for women to do these tests.  Not only do you have to drop your drawers... but you have to take one leg out of both your pants and undies too cause the containers are so wide!  Ha Ha!!

Johnson has to do another urine collection too this weekend, so we've both been peeing into jugs.  The girls think it's so gross!  Ha!

So I will drop these jugs off this morning at the hospital, and the Transplant Team will beg the lab again, to please complete these tests as soon as possible.  You see, apparently they only do this particular test in batches, as they are quite expensive to do.  So usually they are done every 4 weeks.  We were lucky that they rushed the results of the last test... but who knows if they will do it again for us?

All I can say is that my team of doctors are very, very thorough!  At the end of December, my team of doctors sat collectively around a table to give me the yeah or neigh.  All were a yeah... but one doctor wanted to do just a few more urine tests.  So that is why we have been delayed.

I am not sleeping very well, and when I do, all I can dream about are kidneys!  Yuck!  Sometimes in my dreams I am denied becoming a donor, sometimes I am giving one to a complete stranger etc...  Johnson says he never even thinks about it anymore at night.  He is surprised that I'm feeling the stress of it all.  I'm somewhat doubtful now... I'm scared I won't be able to give him what he needs... so I will take my own advice, and "Let Go... Let GOD".  I can't do anything else possible.  I just pray I can donate.  Those of you who may be reading this, please pray for us!  Pray for patience, and health and courage.  Love to all of you!

Kendra