I missed checking in last week, we had an unexpected death in the family that made everything turn upside down. Our cousin’s husband had been battle genetic kidney disease all his life. a number of years ago, as a last resort, unable to find a transplant organ, our cousin, his wife, gave him one of her kidneys. It was not an ideal match, but against all odds, the transplant was very successful. A few years ago, though it started to fail and the search for new transplant began.
Last week, he got ‘the call’ and they gave him a donor organ. Unexpected complications arose and he died. We had great hope, especially since a good friend of mine from high school had undergone the same kind of transplant last year and is now enjoying a new lease on life.
Despite the loss they are suffering now, I know my cousin’s family is deeply grateful to the donor family, much as my high school friend is. In memory of him, I would ask all of you to consider organ donation and to make sure your family is informed of your desires.
On the heels of all that, a new family crisis came out of the blue with my extended family that may yet require some travel on my part to sort out. It isn’t fun when you start hearing things from your family that sound like they belong in a soap opera. But we all have family–right?
Not surprisingly, things have been a little disorganized around here!
On the plus side, the Calico Critic posted a lovely review for Remember the Past, so hop over and check it out. She’ll be dropping by here for an interview on Nov 23!
Also, for any of you who are in the greater Houston area, I will be speaking at the Cinco Ranch Library on Saturday. Click the link for more information. I’d love to see some of you there.
All the excitement has taken a toll on the record keeping as well as writing so we’ll dispense with the numbers for the week!
I was able to put together a new entry from my Writer’s Sketchbook, though.
She walked into her closet. What a day! If it had only been the traffic that made her later for the meeting, it would have been tolerable. But that on top of the irritable clients, her lunch that disappeared from the refrigerator and the mold she’d found in the coffee pot that someone had left over the weekend–oh what a ghastly day! She pulled off her shoes and bent to slide them into their spot on the shoe rack.
She froze. Each row of shoes had been carefully reversed. No longer could her eye run down the lines in pleasing color-spectrum order. Instead, her vision was violently jarred the a visual assault as brutal as the stop and go traffic she had just left.
This was too much. She sank to the floor, face in her hands, and wept.
I would love to hear what you think. Please have your share of the conversation in the comments!