A while back I had posted about the hard-to-make decision about being a living kidney donor for my Grandmother. They had gone through her children, then started her grandchildren. My brother was in the same boat and he was being counseled on the whole process and what it would mean in his life moving forward. He had the same misgivings as I did about it.
Then late last night they found a kidney (dead organ donor, I assume). And she had to go to the hospital very early this morning to begin the process. Does kind of interrupt the holiday plans, but it was just going to be my immediate family and her anyway, so not a lot of people to reschedule.
It kind of feels wrong to think "Thank God, now we don't have to worry about making that living donor choice." But it is a relief, not having to worry about it. Now we just have to wait and see if it takes, but that would be true of the living donor situation too.
Can't sleep, clown will eat me.