The liver nurse called for the liver doc and said the doc cleared Quinn for transplant. She’s going to speak with the kidney team tomorrow (I know! So many teams!) and then we will work on schedules with our awesome transplant coordinator when she returns from vacation (who said she could be off this week anyway?).

This was picture was taken seconds after we told Quinn that we were about to schedule her transplant…

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The conversation went something like this:

Me: “Quinn, that was the nurse telling us you are ready to get a new kidney!”

Quinnlin: “What? Ahhh. Ohhhhh.”

Me: “We just need to schedule it now with all the doctors. You look worried.”

Quinnlin: “I’m scared, really scared, about them cutting me with knives and it hurting a lot!”

Me: “You will be asleep when they do it, you won’t even see the knives.”

Quinnlin: “I won’t? Cause I thought I had to see the knives. What else can I do when I am there? Can I play? Do I just lay? I remember Gage just laying.”

Me: “You will be tired for a few days. Gage didn’t even get out of bed for a couple of days and that is when they let him eat.”

Quinnlin: “What! They won’t let me eat?!”

I’ve texted QPD#1 (Quinn’s Probable Donor #1) about it and her response:

“Yippee!”