by Thumper » Wed Dec 09, 2015 1:14 pm
So I hope this is good news. A friend of mine has lived with and struggled with CF since I've known him. He's the son of my Tae Kwon Do instructor and like his brothers, is a 3rd degree black belt. I know what it took for me to pass my three black belt tests: the fasting, the exhaustion. I can't imagine doing it with a significantly compromised respiratory system. He came to the test last Saturday, I was judging and running it, not testing this time. He had a portable oxygen pack with him. He looked skinny and gaunt, but I've seen him look worse. I hadn't seen him in several years, he lives out of town. I was glad I got to say hi to him. When I talked to his Dad, he said John was in town "for the duration." He was waiting for the call that there were lungs ready for him and he'd immediately head up to Cleveland for the transplant.
I was hanging lights outside last night when I got a text from his big brother. He was on the road to the North Coast on his way to get his new lungs. His Dr. had already turned down two sets because he didn't think they were healthy enough for John. But this is it. I "spoke" outloud to him. "John, last Saturday was not the last time I ever get to see you, do you hear me?" He's tough. But as a father, I can't imagine what his Dad is going through. His Dad is a doer and a maker. He's not a spectator, sitting around hopeful and helpless.
And not to be lost in this is the pair of lungs. Yesterday they belonged to someone else. Someone's son or daughter, brother or sister....And now they are gone. A whole group of people are mourning an unimaginable loss. And another group is praying and hopeful for a second chance. And I'm sitting here hopeful and helpless. Hoping for good news.
Look for the Helpers. You will always find people who are helping.
-Mr. Rogers' Mom