The transplant unit called me at work today.  They would like for me to come in after work to do another blood test.  This test is to test my Parathyroid Gland, to see if my hormones are in check.  This will check to see if I am producing an excess of calcium in my body which could collect in my kidneys and produce calcified kidney stones in the future.

If I am producing too much calcium this could mean the end of the road for the possibility of me being able to donate a kidney to Johnson.  If all is fine, I pray we can proceed. 

So I left work early to pick up the requisition for this test, and went to the lab so they could draw the necessary blood work.

The people who work at the lab have really befriended Johnson and I and know us both personally now.  They always shake their heads and say... "You again?!", and then ask us what this new test is for.  They are really friendly and make me feel happy and positive.

I got home after these tests, and felt a little down.  I asked Johnson to come over and give me a hug while I had a little cry.  He asked why I was sad... my reply was... I so desperately want to be able to give you my kidney, and I'm afraid now that it just may not happen.  What will we do then? 

What a shame it will be... I know in my head that I would have done everything in my power possible to help, but I will have to admit... I will be heartbroken if I am denied after getting this far.  Can you say counselling?  At least then I will have time to do it!

You see... before I left for Hawaii, I was told I had passed all the tests, I even met with my surgeon!  I knew that all ten doctors would now sit in a meeting at the end of December to have a round table to discuss my case, and for them to all give me their passing grades.  All had told me I was a pass!

So... basically nine out of 10 doctors said yes... but one said NO... pending these further urine and blood tests results.  He wants to be very sure that I will be perfectly fine.  My best interest is at heart.

Later in the night I tell Johnson what I will do if I am rejected at this point.  I will have a good long cry... I will have me some stiff drink that night, and I'm going to buy myself a pack of cigarettes and smoke them all!!!  I will have me a right old "PITY PARTY" for myself, and feel sorry for myself for at least a couple of days, and then I will clean up... get strong, get fit and get ready for our next adventure!  I always tell Johnson... it's a good thing I love DRAMA!!!  Cause this past year... we've had plenty of it!  What an adventure!