My daughter has been waiting over nine months for a liver transplant.
And my daughter is angry.
She’s angry at God. In her eyes, He’s the one who created her with this disease, it’s His fault.
She’s angry with me. I’m her mom. I am the fixer of boo-boos. Yet with this, I am powerless, and that frustrates her.
She’s angry with the transplant coordinator; afraid that she’s completely forgotten about her.
She’s angry with the organ donors who, as terrible as this is, haven’t died yet. She doesn’t completely comprehend that a tragedy has to happen to a family in order to have her transplant. She just knows that a donor has the liver she needs.
I try to soothe her anger, but I’m not very successful.
Maybe because I am, well, not angry, but frustrated too.
November 16, 2010 at 4:39 pm
Sending prayers that a donor is found for your daughter. And quickly. Her anger and frustration, as well as yours, is understandable. Thinking of you all…
November 16, 2010 at 5:25 pm
As someone with congenital health problems I so understand her anger especially with God. It was something I had to work through. And there are still days I have to do the whole “Really God? Fearfully and wonderfully made? You skipped the heart, Dude!!” I’m praying your daughter finds comfort while she waits and that the donor family finds comfort in their loved one living on through organ donation.
November 16, 2010 at 7:43 pm
Wishing you peace a love, Mimzy
November 16, 2010 at 8:34 pm
Praying a transplant is found for your daughter soon.