A New Liver in the Neighborhood

No, not Kurt...but the story is wonderful all the same.

I've made friends with a nice lady named Donni. She's a teaching assistant for a Special Education resource room. The minute she told me this, I could picture her in the classroom and students adoring her calm manner and kind face. 

Donni has been keeping faithful vigil with her husband for sometime here. We meet in the hallway or in the campsite area and, if time allows, we stop and chat a bit. Donni is in a motorized wheelchair and uses her crutches sometimes. She fought cancer and won. Now her husband is facing a tough fight as well.

But the odds just got better...we pray.

Donni came zipping to the campsite with her sister-in-law and another dear relative coming close behind. Donni's smile was tremendous; I thought she was going to share with me news I'd overheard earlier that her husband had been moved to a "regular" room. I wondered if I would see her anymore since this had happened--there are a ton of "regular" rooms around here. So, when I did, I was glad to see that smile again.

But that smile was bigger than just "regular room" big...

Her wheelchair caught in the blankets on my campsite bed. She was so excited that getting untangled was secondary. "They tell us there's a liver for transplant!" 

That is a cold chill, goosebump moment for sure.

I haven't heard if it's a match yet...that can take hours. I tried to do my part by visiting the Chapel an extra time. Every little bit helps, I figure.

It would be great if anyone reading this could send an extra prayer for Donni and her family, too.

It's nice to hear there's a new liver in the neighborhood.