A little start on Bargello Cardinal last night:
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Here's a closer view:
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(Whoopsie...I just noticed that I missed a stitch in there! See it?)
Today was a big day for me, kidney wise. My transplant surgeon, Dr. Goggins, came up from Indianapolis for appointments in this area and he was very very happy with me. When we met in the Spring, he gave me a long list of things that he wanted me to do before he would consider me 100% ready for transplant.
Know what?
I did every single one of them!
To be completely honest, I didn't realize that NOT doing them was an option. I have always been kinda squirrelly that way...if you tell me I have to go stand on my head and spit wooden nickeks in order to live another day...I'm pretty likely to do it. Most patients, however, don't think this way and he ends up getting very frustrated and short with them.
(Like the poor lady who was in the room next to me.)
But I got a gold star for the day and walked out of there feeling like a rock star.
Now the ball in 1000% in my sister's court. If she wants to be a living donor, then it's time for her to be tested and get on with it. If she doesn't (which I am perfectly OK with, by the way), then she needs to say so definitively so that I can move on to dialysis and finding another donor or dialysis and waiting on the cadaver list.
Rich, God love him, has taken it upon himself to drive this bus right to its destination...whether that's down to Indy for transplant or off a cliff. He has developed a good rapport with my sister and thinks he will be able to have the hard conversations (because God knows...I simply cannot).
In the meantime, while he's off on his white steed doing whatever it is that men on white steeds do, I am going to do more stitching, reading, cooking, sleeping, writing, and eating. My Happy Land of Make Believe is warm and safe and dry, full of pretty things, and just too damn much fun to leave.
OK...off to the big girl sleigh bed for a nap while Rich takes his afternoon walk. Then it will be to the Martin's for salads and then home to the Notre Dame basketball game and a little more stitching.
A rather perfect Thursday, indeed!