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At this point Dave’s condition had become critical. Dave was admitted to our local hospital when again I found him unresponsive. They fixed him up best they could and sent him home. The next day we were having dinner with his family and during dinner Dave couldn’t figure out his cell phone. We went to bed that night and by morning I couldn’t wake him up. I so didn’t want to go back to our local hospital. This time I wanted him to go the hospital where the liver experts were. I didn’t know if an ambulance would take him there and didn’t think to call and ask. So, I came up with the idea of calling our friends to get him in the car. Tom, a great friend and so supportive came over and our neighbor Chris. The three us managed to get Dave in the car. I drove to the hospital where the experts were and where Dave would eventually receive his transplant.
The people and staff at this hospital were so wonderful. At this point Dave was so sick, in the ICU on intravenous medicines to keep his blood pressure up. But the staff worked their magic and got him in good shape – well enough that he could come home. They added a new medication to his already many that kept him home until transplant time. They got him listed for transplant prior to coming home.
Once home the wait started. The phone could ring anytime and I needed to be ready. The time dragged on so did my nerves. It was six weeks now and no phone call – what a weird feeling waiting for that kind of phone call. It would be good for us but that meant someone else had already received the terrible news about someone they loved. We were sitting and talking one evening and I expressed I was so tired of not sleeping, waiting for the phone to ring and just wanted one good night sleep. I came up the idea of taking a Xanax before bed – luckily I go to bed early. I did fall into a nice sleep until I was woken by Dave, it was 11:45 pm and he had gotten the call – there was a donor.
I didn’t believe him at first, I guess my head was a little groggy. Once he convinced me the adrenaline set in and I perked up. I packed him a bag but nothing for me – explain that one, all he would need to take is his glasses. We got settled into our room around 1 am. I was excited – there was a couch in the room! They started all kinds of tests on Dave, I’m not sure what because I immediately fell asleep until morning. I was not happy with myself for taking the Xanax the night before, that was dumb. But as it turned it was to my benefit. Dave did not go into to surgery until 7 pm that night. He did not get out of surgery until 5 am. I was good to go staying up the entire night!!