Thankful
. Last year on July 26th, was when the police came to my house to deliver amazing news. But I was sleeping like any Sunday morning, so my dad answered the door. The news was that there was an organ that's a match for me and available to be transplanted today. My dad woke me up to tell me about it and I had to call the hospital at a certain time or else it would go to someone else. I called in on time and I was told to come in soon as I can. So I brushed my teeth, ate an egg sandwich my dad made me and packed stuff before setting out.
After arriving there, I had my blood taken, so they can make sure my platelet count is good. I saw the consultant surgeon who was going to perform the transplant as soon as I entered the appropriate ward. He told me he was going to have a chat with me in a bit, while he was doing ward rounds. I can tell that he was on call, because his was hair disheveled, had on a polo shirt and looked like he left his house with a piece of toast in his mouth and a travel mug filled with coffee.
Eventually, he called my name and signaled with an open hand to a small room. He told me I'm probably one of the healthiest patients he will ever operate on. Since I have no blood pressure problems, not diabetic and because I'm thin
. I asked him if this was an emergency call for him and he said yes, because he said he was watching TV at home and spending time with his family. Then eventually I saw the consultant anesthesiologist in the same room as well.
The operation didn't take place until about 7 pm on a Sunday evening, after hours of waiting for it to happen.