I had a few little cries yesterday after I got home from UCLA, but I slept well last night and felt better this morning. Dr. Butman gave me a call mid-morning and said that he knows Dr. Wilkinson, the director of the transplant program, and assured me that Wilkinson would not pass the buck, that if he thought I was not a viable candidate, he would have let me know yesterday. That was good to hear. So there still is hope.
After this call, all the sadness and disappointment of yesterday vanished. I was buoyant and happy all day. A temporary stumble, but now I'm back on track.
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Friday, April 17, 2009
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- Perhaps my friend Mark summed me up best when he called me "a mystical grammarian." I am quite a mix--otherworldly, ethereal and in touch with "the beyond," yet prone to being very precise and logical, when need be. Romantic in the big-canvas meaning of the word, I see the world as an adventure, as a love poem, as a realm of beauty and wonder.
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