Since the writers conference, I have been trying to write everyday.  I want to put down in print the memories of my life. I feel like there are so many things to write about and it is hard to decide which to explore first.  I began with my kidney situation first.  Even this seems to be a complicated endeavor because it was an 18 year process.

I wish I could transcript my thoughts and my dreams.  They end up being some great stories.   If only my phone could use the voice typing mechanism to read my thoughts and type everything down for me.   Mysteriously, I dream in mystery story formats many nights.  When I wake up I think “WOW that would be a great book!”    But I never attempt to write it all down.  Maybe some morning I should try that.

Here is an excerpt of my latest writing:

“Ms. Oeffner, we looked over the referral we received from Dr. Saxton.   I am very sorry but we will not be able to start your transplant process.”

“Why not? What am I supposed to do?”

“We need to you lose 55 pounds before we can even consider you for a transplant candidate. We can refer you to the bariatric center for a surgical solution.”

“Ok, thank you for calling me.”  As I hang up the phone, I just drop to the floor and lean my back against the kitchen cabinets.  My mind is going through all my options. My tears start flowing down my face.  My emotions become too much and my body is shaking with the realization that my options have narrowed dramatically.   Weight loss has never been possible for me and 55 pounds seemed like a mountain in front of me. But now that my life depends on it.  Lord, please provide me with an answer.

That is a portion of what I have written.  Seems like some of these things happened to someone else now that I am on the other side of this transplant.