Yesterday evening - it was Sunday at 5:30 - I got the call from the Rush transplant coordinator telling me they had a donor and I should bring hubbie down to the emergency room ASAP.
Friends, I cannot tell you how excited we were! We were absolutely delirious!!! We packed, we called our dog sitter to come over, we threw everything in the car and as I drove, I called all our family and friends to make the HUGE annoucement! Everyone was elated!!!!!!
Guess what happened then?
I called the transplant coordinator to tell her we were "almost there" and she told me , "oh I'm so glad you called. The liver was accessed and found to be unacceptable", " You can go home."
Bomb. Devastation. Absolute dispair.
I turned the car around and we drove home in silence. THEN- we had to call everybody back and tell them this horrible change in our situation. It was AWFUL.
I am still screwed up over it this morning. I am so angry. I am so in disbelief. I cannot describe it. I have this sickening feeling that they will never call again. "We had one chance and it was taken away". This is the way my screwed up mind plays evil games with me, as it LOVES to do. But, gosh, this was BAD.
Has anyone else ever gone thru this?