Thursday is the Big Day

This Thursday at 1 p.m. I meet with the transplant team at UCLA. A few times in the past, I have thought I had jumped through all the hoops and was on the list, but, no, not yet. Thursday is supposed to be the deciding day. God, let's hope so!

My understanding is that I will meet with a social worker who will assess my support system, a psychologist or psychiatrist who will determine my emotional suitability as a transplant patient, and a transplant surgeon who will give me his blessing as a viable candidate.

But of course no decision will be made Thursday. My candidacy is still up for debate. The entire transplant team will assemble at some later date and seal my fate. That could be weeks or a month or more from now. So I may not know if I'm on the list until after I get back from France in mid-June. UGH!

Once again, I can totally understand how some people just throw in the towel and give up on this whole long, dragged-out, frustrating, exhausting process. If I were less assertive, 20 years older, or not feeling as well, I certainly would not have continued. It's just too much work and too much stress.

Please, if you think of me on Thursday, send loving thoughts my way. See the transplant team viewing me with an open mind and an understanding of what is truly in my best interest.