Night before last, a call came in the night, but the lungs were not right. Then yesterday afternoon another call came - and those lungs did not pan out either.
I have to say, this kind of waiting is TEN times worse than waiting on a baby to get here. Earlier in this process I kinda compared it to waiting on a baby - everybody is "ready" but nobody knows when it is really gonna happen. Somehow this waiting is super charged. You know - hurry up, wait, make tentative plans, wait, then repeat. Madness.
I can't help but think about chasing our crazy chickens around the yard. Trying to round them up is quite a task - just when you think you have got things headed in the right direction - the chickens change directions.
Parson's infection has responded well to treatment so that makes her a good candidate to transplant at this time. The transplant team came through this morning and said the fact that we have gotten multiple calls is a very good sign. They have a little "organ fairy" in their office and they all agreed that they would give her a little jingle later today and happily work night & day to make it happen if the "right" lungs became available. The team's caution to accept nothing but the best lungs for Parson provides me with an extra measure of confidence in this whole process. It makes the "hurry up & wait" so much more bearable. I am confident in the process.
2 Corinthians 5:7 says ... "For we live by faith, not by sight." This anxious Momma in my human spirit paces and worries - but I know this plan B is so much more about faith than sight. Most of the details just don't make sense - but that is what faith is all about. A blind assurance.
"Help me live by faith, not by sight."
You're exactly right.....keep trusting the ENGINEER! God Bless You!
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