July 13, 2015
As I write this, I stop to count days! Today is Tuesday. On Thursday, it will be ten weeks since I donated a kidney to my uncle. Maybe you have wondered why my blog stopped or maybe not:) The reason was one I never expected!
As you know, I am somewhat OCD! I like things in order! I had a plan. Hurry up and write about the eight to nine month decision process and be ready to go. If I could accomplish this, then at surgery time I would be ready to blog in real-time. The closer to surgery I got, the more stressed I was becoming. Why the heck did I have to be so long-winded! Because, I’m a story-teller, that’s why! Yet, I had to consider what the self-inflicted stress was doing to my body. I felt run down and decided that was not a good way to undergo a serious surgery! I looked at my options, because that’s how I do things. I came up with an alternative plan. I would stop blogging a few days before surgery and pick back up two or three days after surgery. I didn’t!
I tried multiple times but could not concentrate! My brain simply could not concentrate. I am a voracious reader. I could not read! I seriously could not read and understand the writing on the back of my poptart box! (Yes, I know they will kill me! But, hey I just made it through a complicated four-hour surgery and felt like walking on the wild side!) I couldn’t read and it scared me! I had No fear of surgery, none! Even at the point of being wheeled down the hall to the operating room, I had no fear. I thought I might, but I didn’t. There was nothing but peace, because I know without a doubt God guided me in the decision to give a kidney away. Days passed after surgery and still I could not concentrate. I read my Bible each morning and I would read a few pages over and over. That scared me! Nothing I read prepared me for that. My sister kept assuring me it was just a side effect of the anesthesia. I asked the doctors and nurses and they agreed, it was a result of anesthesia. They kept telling me it would pass. But, what if it didn’t! I LOVE to read! Life as I knew it would be over! I know you think that is dramatic. But, to me it wasn’t. It isn’t! I cannot imagine life without reading. I get attached to books. I re-read books often. I love people but I LOVE books:)
So, here I am almost ten weeks later and it has gotten better. But, I am not back to my pre-anesthesia self. I still have to read most sentences twice. I am no longer scared and I know I will get back to normal. Time!
PS. Now I have a brain problem, so please forgive my punctuation problems!
PSS. But, how was donating a kidney you ask. I’m going to get to that. Eventually!