Answers to life's mysteries sometimes come faster than you think. Only a few hours after Barbie left, I got a call about an available heart. Normally that would be cause for excitement, but this call was from Minnesota. The Mayo Clinic had a heart. This was totally unexpected. Reason said that I should go, but my heart (what's left of it) was apprehensive. I would need to take an air ambulance to Rochester without Barbie. I would be there alone for the transplant, (however, I knew that the church members there would provide support). I would have to stay in Rochester for 3-6 months for follow up care. This decision was too hard for me alone. I called Barbie and she was distraught. I spoke with my doctor here, Dr Weisshaar, and she said she would arrange to have me flown there. But then a small miracle occurred. Dr Wiesshaar came to my room to ask how I felt about this. I shared my concerns, about the distance, being alone, Barbie being gone at the wedding etc... She understood and said she would speak with the surgeon there. While she was gone I prayed that the right answer would be found.
She returned (after what felt like an eternity) and said, "You need to get some sleep, we passed on the heart." I felt a huge relief as she said this and knew it was the right answer. Even though it would not seem prudent to pass on an available heart today, not knowing when one might come again at Stanford, she felt that I was very stable and healthy and could afford to wait. The doctors at Mayo were in agreement.
I called Barbie and she was relieved. We both got a restful night's sleep. It turns out that there were many factors in the decision, but I believe that Barbie's presence at the wedding, and thus her absence here, was the tipping point.
It's just another chapter in this surreal journey on which we find ourselves.
Waiting, with renewed patience,