The Real Deal

If you’ve been a follower of my blog for awhile now, you know my Dad is waiting for a liver transplant.  Last October, we got what we thought was “the call.”  However, there ended up being something wrong with the donated liver, so the surgery didn’t happen.  So now, we’ve just been waiting for the call.  The real call.  The call that is essentially going to save my Dad’s life.

Last night at 12:45am my phone rang.  I knew.  I looked at my caller ID and saw “Dad.”  I answered, “you got the call?!?!” 

Tonight at about 5:00pm, my father will have his liver transplant.  The moment we’ve been waiting, for 9 years, has finally come. 

I’m all sorts of mixed emotions.  I’m happy.  Essentially without this operation, my Dad will die from this awful disease.  This surgery gives him the chance at a new life.  The life he’s been living these 9 years, has been very trying.  He’s been very sick sometimes, very tired, and not “My Dad.” 

This surgery gives Lincoln his Grandpa.  Not the Grandpa he’s known since he was first born, but the Grandpa I had as a Dad growing up.  The Grandpa that can teach him how to play ball.  The Grandpa that can get down on the floor and play with him.  The Grandpa that can pick him up and swing him around!

And of course I’m terrified. 

This is a big surgery.  But, as big as it is, I’m remaining positive.  This will give me my Dad back!!  And for that, I am so very thankful.