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Tanya photoYou know that very first journal page? The one where I told you about my friend Tanya Herrold and asked you to pray for her dad, who was waiting on a liver transplant? Well, read on my friends! Tanya has provided us with an update AND with a new journal page…

I have told this story at least 1000 times to anyone who would listen yet this is the first time I am putting it on “paper.” Papa contracted Hepatitis C but was never diagnosed until he donated blood for the first time. Within a couple of months of the diagnosis, he was in end stage liver failure. SCARY!!! Well, none of us were sure what that meant so when they asked him if he wanted to be put on the transplant list, he said “no.” He got really sick one time and decided he wanted to live and wanted an opportunity to receive a new liver so he asked to be placed on the list.

I am going to spare you the details of how the list works. It can be tedious and I realize not everyone is as interested as I am in the details. To give you perspective, this was all in 2008. At times we thought a call may never come. One very snowy day in 2012 he called and said “They’re transplanting me!” (I love the way he said it!) So we rushed around, called everyone and spent the day at the hospital about 15 hours after the initial call, we were told the liver was not good for transplant. This was tough on everyone. We ran the gamut of emotions that day. We were really shocked when about two months later there was another offer made to him. We tried to contain our excitement this time. That was until the anesthesiologists came in and said “We are 15 minutes away, we are just waiting on the last biopsy result.” We were full of hope! Thirty minutes later a Resident came in and explained the liver was not good for transplant. Our hopes were squashed! Papa said “There will never be a liver.” I encouraged him and prayed that there would be. We lived our lives waiting for phone calls – whether it was to say there was a liver or for my mom to call to say he was not well and she needed help getting him to the hospital – every time the phone rang our hearts stopped.

Well on February 15 at 5 p.m. we received another call, there was a liver. We kept our emotions intact. That is not an easy thing to do for 12 hours. The anesthesiologists came in and said “we are waiting on the final biopsy results, we should know in 15 minutes.” My heart sank. I willed the phone to ring, I paced, I cried a bit and then I gave it to God. I did the same thing three days earlier, I told God I could no longer handle the worry, stress or frustration and I asked Him to handle it. I sat in a chair in a hospital room full of family all feeling the same way – knowing this may be our last few minutes of hope – and I relaxed knowing God’s timing is perfect. The doctors came in and explained it was a go! More than 12 hours after receiving the initial call, he was going into the O.R. I was so full of joy it was coming out of my eyes. I was able to pray with everyone and I asked the doctors if they wanted to join us – they did!

Hope Journal Page.2I prayed for the family of the donor. See, organ donation is a personal choice and I respect your decision regardless. However, this family will always be heroes in my eyes. They made the decision to donate the organs of their 20 year old family member. They provided hope and joy for nearly 50 people all in the midst of their mourning. I cannot imagine what that took. You see, I am an organ donor, my family knows and they do not have to make that decision when I pass but I don’t know this persons story and I pray for their family regularly.

My daughter hugged one of the surgeons and told them “Please take care of my papa.” She was able to thank that same surgeon 13.5 hours later when he came to tell us the surgery was a success. She then told the surgeon “No one should ever have to wait this long.”

Papa is doing well since his transplant. The liver was working and making bile before he left the O.R. He has had some setbacks which is to be expected but overall he is making progress and we are thankful for each and every step forward. He is still in the hospital and we do not know when he will be ready to come home but they are making sure he is on the right path. We could not be more thankful to our heroes, for without them we would not have the hope of many more years with Papa.

I won’t bore you with statistics and how organ donations work but please know the need is real. If you are interested in learning more, looking at how many people await organs or if you want to sign up to be an organ donor – please consider visiting one of the websites below. I believe it is about education and conversation. I do not believe this decision should have to be made at the DMV, ICU or the Emergency Room.

  • Finger Lakes Donor Recovery Network – donorrecovery.org
  • Donate Life NYS – donatelifeny.org
  • U.S. Department of Health & Human Services – organdonor.gov

“but those who hope in the Lord will renew their strength. They will soar on wings like eagles; they will run and not grow weary, they will walk and not be faint.” Isaiah 40:31 – The verse that got me through.

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P.S. Dear readers, Tanya’s dad came home from the hospital yesterday! So thankful!

I love the kind of letters that come in my mailbox, and this one — this typewritten one from Mary Holley — is so  worth sharing. 

Mary Holley letter

February 4, 2013

Dear Ms. Gregory,

What is Hope? you asked readers of your D&C column of January 14, 2013. A huge challenge, especially after daily negative media reports on the “fiscal cliff” fiasco, the “Sequester” unknown, little Ethan (whose name means Power, Strength) snatched from his friends and family, fate still in limbo. These but a few examples of our turbulent times. Yes, indeed, Hope seems far away. But it must be around here somewhere!

I am quite sure Hope is a survivor. Part of the human psyche since History’s dawn. And a trail-blazer. Hope keeps us going in spite of all natural or man-made disasters. Regardless of disappointment, tragedy, loss.

Hope is good news we look for and sometimes find in unexpected places. Hope is seeing buds of spring clinging fast to frozen trees in winter. Hope is shining in the promise of every newborn baby child.

Hope is a wishing star. A double rainbow. Light in darkness. Heart-warming spark kindling ideas blazing-bright. Hope energizes us to build tomorrow’s dreams today. Hope is that mighty invisible Force moving us on even if we are plodding… even when we’re lost.

Hope is a blessing and gift for every human heart. Ours to keep or give away so freely with our smile, our friendly greeting, just the right words or a comforting embrace. And we still have that gift in good supply!

Hope is a prayer throughout all Time, no matter what or why we believe. Hope lifts us up, lightens our burdens, encourages our hearts, inspires our purpose. Lets us rejoice with praise and thanks-giving.

And so much more… this miracle called Hope!

With many wishes for Good Cheer and Lots of Hope!

Sincerely,

Mary Holley

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I like how Ann Voskamp calls it a visible parable… how her mix of moss and dirt and stones tells the story of Jesus’ resurrection. I like how other writers — other people of faith — take sticks from the yard, fashion them into crosses and drape the purple of Lent around the middle cross to symbolize the one where our Jesus died.

The Internet is full of ideas for resurrection gardens, of Easter projects that ask us to make hope tangible.

watercolor cross3A few days ago my bunch sat around the kitchen table and made watercolor crosses. All of us, from 2 to 41, dipped the brush into water and then swirled the color. We used tape to map out the cross, and in the end, only the cross was left white. All that chaos of color and still there was Christ, there was hope.

I meant to turn our masterpieces into Easter cards, but now I’m not sure they will all be mailed away. We might need a few here, too. A few visible parables of our own.

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Remember Pat Costigan and her paintings of hope? We’re sharing another one today titled Meditation.

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Here is Pat’s (hope filled) artist’s statement:

When we meditate, we bring our difficulties and darkness to God’s light. 

God’s light penetrates, permeates, converges with the darkness.

Our darkness dissipates and becomes God’s Light.

Today, Lawrence Jones shares his thoughts on signs of hope. He says he happily lives in Rochester with his wife and two children.  Along with being a follower of Jesus, he works to develop housing for low income families and seniors.  And he is a member of New Life Presbyterian Church. Lawrence…

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Christians sometimes use the phrase “On God’s Time”, which is usually longer that we want it to be.  Yet, I feel a great source of hope when I look back and see how far we have come in the past 25 or 30 years.  I will give three examples:

After 40 years of The Cold War, with its nuclear warheads, brinksmanship, bomb shelters and espionage, along came Mikhail Gorbachev and his glasnost (meaning “openness”) and perestroika (meaning “restructuring”).  The Berlin Wall fell in November 1989 with nary a shot being fired.  For those who lived through the Cold War, this was a miracle and gives us hope towards the possibilities of peace.

IMG_0974In the 1980s, apartheid, a system of racial segregation denoted by government policies of white supremacy, under which black residents had only limited rights was the law of the land in South Africa.  Nelson Mandela had been in jail for over 25 years.  A combination of increasing international scorn and isolation, along with F.W. de Klerk becoming President spelled the end of the worst of the oppressive treatment from the Afrikaner minority.  This happened with much less bloodshed than anyone could have guessed.  While still a country with its challenges, the distance that South Africa has come in less than a generation is miraculous and gives us hope about the capacity of people and nations to change.

Locally, if one drove down South Avenue in Rochester in the 1970s or early 1980s, they would have seen many boarded up storefronts as well as a good deal of trash and graffiti.  It was an urban neighborhood in decay.  The Rev. Judy Lee Hay and others started the South Wedge Planning Committee in 1975.  Over the next 35 years this directly led to a revitalized neighborhood. It took hundreds of people and many thousands of hours of labor, but now the South Wedge is among Rochester’s most vibrant neighborhoods.  It didn’t happen overnight, but the efforts of churches, businesses, concerned citizens and a responsive City of Rochester led to a transformation.  It gives us hope for all our neighborhoods.

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