Not my will, but Yours...

Today I am tired, which means I am in a mood. Not a good one, or a bad one, just "a mood."

I couldn't sleep last night, and I'm not sure what it was. Billa is sick, and I'm not sure why she isn't getting better, and it had me uneasy last night - which usually results in me pondering all the things that could be wrong, and then all the things that could go wrong in life in general - and then ends with me repeating "Not my will, but Yours" over and over until I fall asleep. I'm pretty sure I said it over and over about 1000 times last night before I finally fell asleep. I heard JB's phone beep at one point, so I know it was after midnight.

Today I am anxious, because I know I may not hear anything from the hospital for a while, but I also know I might get a phone call at any time, so I am anxious and waiting and patience has never been a strong suit of mine.  

However, I did talk to my donor coordinator on Friday, and she seemed very nice, and said that my application was being processed and they were going ahead with collecting all my medical records in order to determine what tests they would need to do if/when we get to the next step. 

I also talked to my parents, my sister, my brother, and my two best friends, Kim and Kassie, over the weekend. While everyone had their own take on things, my favorite was my friend Kim, who started crying as she told me how amazing she thought it was. It warmed my heart that she supported me so forthrightly.  I truly appreciate everyone's concern and opinions, so I have tried to be as open as possible to everyone sharing how they feel and what their concerns are.