A Plea for MyDaddy

Yesterday was National Kidney Day/World Kidney Day. And in honor of MyDaddy, I would like to make a plea to help us find a Living Kidney Donor.

MyDaddy is running out options and continues to have  issues with dialysis. He is on the list for a cadaver donor, but his best chance for survival with less complications is with a living donor. His insurance will pay for everything, all we need is a tissue match and we can go from there.  His blood type is B Positive, but you do not have to be a blood match.

MyDaddy is fighting for his life, please help us find a donor.

Please share this message with your friends, family, or whoever you think may be interested in donating a kidney.

Send me a message if you can help.

And please continue to keep MyDaddy in your prayers.

Positive Post – Day 2

Today I am thankful for MyDaddy.

He served 20 years in the United States Air Force.

My brothers and I had a wonderful childhood.

Filled with travel and adventures.

He is an amazing man,

and I’m blessed to have him as MyDaddy!

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but it’s a top-secret mission.

I will be posting all the adoption information in password protected posts.

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le sigh…

MyDaddy is in the hospital again.

He had a fistulogram with angioplasty yesterday.

He went home after the procedure and got sick.

He had a high fever,

shortness of breath,

and he was hallucinating.

He went to the hospital in an ambulance.

He has an infection and they promptly admitted him.

So while we’re in the emergency room,

waiting for them to transfer him to his room,

Ba.y.l.o.r Transplant Services called.

They had a kidney for him……

A KIDNEY THAT HE DESPERATELY NEEDS!!!

A kidney that he had to refuse because he’s admitted to a hospital with an infection.

I swear,

it never ends!

le sigh……

Today is a new day….

 The Tchoupitoulas has been gone for a year.

We still miss him.

I think I’m going to miss him forever!

We find ourselves talking about him frequently.

He was put to sleep on Friday, July 17, 2009.

A close friend of mine is Buddhist.

She believes that The Tchoupitoulas had to go in order for a baby to come into our lives.

Ironically,

on Saturday,

July 17, 2010.

Shug & I were in New Orleans with plans to meet a birth mother about adopting her baby.

The meeting never took place,

but the lines of communication were opened up again on Sunday.

So there is still hope that we can proceed with our plans to adopt.

A seven month old beautiful baby girl.

Somehow,

someway,

throughout this process,

we’ve been excitedly calm.

So keep  the prayers,

chants,

and pleas coming our way.

Because,

today is a new day!

I’m back!

Hey y'all!!

Goodness,

I don’t even know where to start.

I felt like I needed to step away for a moment.

I was in a funk and didn’t really have much to say.

But,

I’m all better now.

Thank God!

I guess I’ll start with the month of May.

It was a trying month.

MyDaddy had two surgeries.

Dialysis is slowly starting to wear him down.

He continues to have a positive attitude,

but realistically he NEEDS a kidney transplant.

He celebrated his 67th birthday on May 28th.

Unfortunately Shug & I weren’t able to celebrate with my parents.

Because on May 29th,

Shug’s Grandmother passed away.

We were by her side when she passed.

Shug’s family surrounded her bedside.

We prayed and sang her favorite gospel songs.

She had a peaceful smile on her face,

and one single tear in her right eye.

And she quietly slipped away.

It may sound crazy,

but it was the most beautiful experience that I have ever had.

She died the way she lived her life,

with grace and dignity.

Her funeral was another amazing experience.

Her family sent her home to Glory in style.

I thank God for the five years that I knew her.

My life is better is for it!

And Grandma’s death has brought us a blessing.

I’m not ready to share just yet.

But just keep me & Shug in your prayers,

chants,

and pleas to the universe.

After Grandma’s funeral,

the rest of June passed by uneventfully….

I think?!?!

And now it’s the middle of July.

I find myself cautiously full of hope.

So,

that ‘s it for now.

I just wanted to let y’all know………..

I’m back!!

I had a wonderful weekend!

Saturday morning I walked with MyMama in the Susan G. Komen Race for the Cure in Fort Worth, TX.

We walked in honor of MyAunt Marcella B. Pittman.

We also walked in honor of MyMama who is a seven-year breast cancer survivor.

MyMama in her Super Survivor Cape.

And MyDearFriend who was recently diagnosed with Stage Four breast cancer.

We had a wonderful day.

It was emotional,

but it was so beautiful to see that sea of pink.

There were survivors EVERYWHERE!

We’ll walk again next year,

hopefully with a team of supporters

Sunday morning,

Shug & I woke up early.

We prayed and then we went to MyParents.

Shug & MyDaddy boiled 68 lbs of crawfish.

MyBigBrother and cousin came over,

and we devoured all of them except for about 10 lbs!

They were delicious!!

So there it is,

I had a wonderful weekend!

Once again….

The donor kidney wasn’t good enough to transfer.

Of course we’re disappointed,

but we’re still optimistic.

Thanks so much for the prayers,

hopefully we’ll need them again soon.

Please pray!!

They have a kidney for MyDaddy!!

THEY HAVE A KIDNEY FOR MYDADDY!!

Prayerfully,

this is it!

Please pray!!

I’m sad & my feelings are hurt….

The view from my office last Friday.

Without going into much detail.

My Bigger Brother and his daughter have hurt my feelings.

He continually compares her to me,

as if I’m the worst person in the world.

I’m not.

It’s a sad, sad situation.

I’m sad & my feelings are hurt…..