Quinn’s transplant evaluation is scheduled. We go in a few weeks for the day long appointment where we talk to all of the departments related to a kidney transplant.

It starts at 7:30. In the morning! I just don’t think that is right. Not on any level. Mostly because I stay up very late (or early) and I like to see the clock say 7something before I get up. It’s a mental thing. I get that.

Quinn and I were talking today about the appointment and this is the conversation…

Me: “Quinn, you know we’re about to go to the hospital, you know, where Gage’s dialysis was, and go and talk about a kidney transplant for you. Are you scared?

Quinn: “I am not so scared…but I am…I am something, but what is the word? The word is not worried.”

Me: “Nervous? Are you nervous?”

Quinn: “Yes! That’s it! I am a little bit nervous.”

Me: “You know you can tell me anything you are thinking about your transplant, good or bad. And you can ask me anything and I will tell you the truth. You can trust me.”

Quinn: “Ooooo I have a question! How do they close up the place where they put my kidney?”

Me: “Glue. Remember Gage’s tummy after his transplant? Do you remember the glue?”

Quinn: “Oh yeah. I remember it looked verrrrry, verrrry weird.”