Last Saturday, I had a message on my home phone answering machine.
I have an intake appointment at the transplant center for December 9. Letter with details to follow.
I took this news in stride - at first. Then stood in the middle of Michaels' Craft Store and shook, having my own personal version of a panic attack. Shaking, babbling about how illogical this reaction is to my partner.
The wise being that he is, he agreed with me and held me.
I'm doing okay now. It just seemed soon. I know this is a good process. I know that this will lead to good things. I think that part of this reaction is that I was expecting to be told "No", and instead was told "Show up here, at this time".
Sometimes "Yes" is much much scarier than "No". "No" is an end. At that point, you have your answer. In this process, "Yes" continues the process. Its not really an answer, so much as a completion of a single step.
Guess I'd better get used to waiting.
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