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THE CALL...

So here we are...THE CALL came at 11:15 this morning.  Holy Crap, really?!
So I was actually on the ball this morning and brought my briefcase and all paperwork into school. Ready to work this afternoon to finish stuff up instead of leaving it in the car to bring in later...

Great workout at the gym, good talk with a friend and off to a chiropractor appointment. Chiropractor and dentist on the agenda for today before back to school for computer work.

And then...Eric calls me eerily calm which makes me think he got a shock from his ICD.  NOPE, "um, so I just got the call.  You need to get your ass home, we have 4.5 hours to get to Nebraska".  Um, OK, I am 20 minutes away and we live 3 hours and 53 minutes from the hospital, on a good day, no traffic, no potty stops.  Forgive me but HOLY SHIT!!!

Who do I call, what do I do...call and cancel your appointments, you have a good reason.  Call work/employees to make sure all is good there.  Call family, call friends...GET YOUR ASS HOME.

Shit, all my papers for finishing summer program prep are neatly on my office desk waiting for me...nope they will have to stay and I will figure it out.

This is all so surreal, is this really happening?  Certainly it is a match on paper or they wouldn't have us drive all the way...PLEASE let the heart be viable and healthy and the best heart for Eric to have that new start.

I hadn't planned on anyone being here, it is a really long drive, and that is a lot to ask.  But I would be denied in that when a friend to both of us overruled me and got in the car to come out.  And thank god she did, what was I thinking that I could sit here alone in this waiting room alone for 6+ hours waiting!

So they took him down at 10:30 to a parade of nurses clapping and lining the hallway.  Called me at 11:59 to say they were starting but had still not had eyes on the heart and would call me in a while.  Guess there will be NO sleep this evening and that is OK...

Please, whatever you do...pray, send good thoughts out, vibes through the universe...whatever.  Please do this now!!!   I have been talking to my dad all day, asking him to watch over Eric as he goes through this.  After all, we have had a cardinal visit almost daily for about the last 2 weeks.  I believe that has been dad telling me it is all going to be OK.  I have to believe that because there is nothing else.

He WILL be OK, he WILL have an amazing recovery, and we WILL finally have that life together we have waited for.  We will accept nothing less.

So when you go to sleep tonight, oops sorry, this morning, hug your loved ones closer and never forget to tell them that you love them.  The last text Eric sent me tonight, from his bed with me sitting next to him was this:
Remember, hope is a good thing.  Maybe the best of things. And no good thing ever dies.

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  1. SharmalarmaMay 25, 2017 at 4:37 AM

    Beautiful! I believe the 'red bird' knew exactly what was in store for you. Peace and ❤️ love. Prayers for a happy healthy ❤️ and a peaceful healthy recovery. #GodBless

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