“I’m Alive! I’m Alive“
We saw hospital attendants wheel Janee’ past the ICU waiting room after a 10 hour surgery. We could see she had her hands in the air. When we walked into her room, she looked radiant. Her face glowed as she said,”I’m alive! I’m alive!”
A Special Kind of High
The surgeon told us it had been a difficult surgery and she would not have lasted much longer. She went into surgery at 3:30 a.m. and returned to ICU at 3:30 p.m. I would have expected the two surgeons to be absolutely exhausted. Instead, they both seemed to radiate energy, a special kind of high. They had successfully transplanted someone near death after 17 years living with Primary Sclerosing Colingitis and multiple complications. It was a high few people experience–generated by saving a life. In this case their unique skill was indispensable.
Love Comes in Many Forms
We love the surgeons and thank God for their skill. We love the doctors and nurses who participated in our daughter’s care. We love our daughter and welcome her back to life and recovery. We love the family who consented to give the liver of the one they had lost. We love our many friends, family, and even strangers who prayed for Janee’ and our family and wished us well. Love comes in many forms. It makes living worthwhile.
