As I go about daily life, all the time waiting for the email or phone call that will get me back to the blood lab for HLA tissue typing samples -the crucial test Di needs an answer on, there’s this little voice in the my head saying “What is going to happen if you are not a match?”.
I know the odds are even at best. I am prepared for not being a match. I know Di is also prepared: she has already done this more times than anyone should have to. But still, what is going to happen? There are only 2 ways for Di, or anyone else, to get a transplanted kidney: someone has to die, or someone has to offer.
Patient pondering is making me melancholy. I think I will be impatient and make a call tomorrow.