Waiting sucks. Waiting with very little information is even worse. A month ago when I had my appointment and was told that it was time to start moving forward with transplant preparations, I delayed that appointment. I could have avoided the wait,  I was offered an appointment only two weeks later. Obviously if I didn’t want to wait I could have taken that appointment and what is unknown now would be known already. The problem is I knew I wouldn’t be ready. I needed some time to feel all the feelings I was having and let them all have their shot to completely consume me, and over the last month they really have. I took the time I needed to process, to cope, and to work through all the feelings in a…get this…healthy way. PTSD is a helluva thing, part bodyguard, part magician, if you aren’t at least a little prepared for the trigger, it will throw up the defenses and let nothing and no one through at best, or abracadabra your consciousness completely out of there at worst.  I needed to get my shit together so that when the time came to walk into that room I had a shot in hell of remembering a word that came out of the doctor’s mouth.

Now here I am, feelings mostly processed (there are always going to be things that pop up and unexpected triggers here and there) ready to get rolling and I have another three weeks to wait before the most burning of my questions can be answered. As much as I have been working on feeling my feelings and coping with triggers I have been working on staying present and trying my best not to worry about the future (yeah right, do we understand what is looming out there?) and letting go of the need to control. I know I can’t control what happens next, how fast things move, or what kind of news I get. I know that. What I can do is take control of the things that are in my power, and so I am getting my shit together. 

A few weeks ago I asked my sisters for help. There is no way I could ever express how thankful I am for the way these two have always supported me through all my medical adventures and misadventures. They are my twin protectors, enough brain and brawn between them that there isn’t a need to assign either attribute to just one of them. They use both to help me make sure I am getting the best care, hearing my options, understanding them, and supporting me while they let me make the best choice I can. I know this process would swallow me up if I had to do it without either of them. 

As we chatted about the things to come and my worries, it was obvious that I was going to feel better the more that was finished, off my plate and I could say I didn’t have to worry about anymore. Being the furthest away and the biggest nerd my middle sister took on the job of what we like to call my personal CFO. She has built about a dozen spreadsheets of information that we will need going forward, making it easier every time I need them. Together we have figured out a lot of the what-if’s of my finances, filing for disability, and future medical coverage options. She has found resources for everything, and given me the option to fill in documents as I have the time and mental capacity to do so. Over the last month, we have completed almost every form I will need completed in the short term and it feels amazing. My older sister who lives closer, will be boots on the ground, ever the analytical thinker, she is the question asker, she thinks of things I never would have and is good at hearing and understanding answers even when I have peaced out of the conversation for mental preservation.

My mom historically has been the brain, the brawn and the comfort, through my medical procedures. Now that my sisters are involved I hope she feels the same relief that I do, and can enjoy being just the comfort for a while. Recently, a couple weeks after my sisters and I talked my mom came up and helped me get my house in order. Literally. I do a fair job of keeping my living environment clean and tidy, but there are larger cleaning projects that fall by the wayside due to my physical limitations. Having her come and help get those things done has helped me so much. It is so much easier to keep a home clean when you aren’t bummed out about the things you keep avoiding because you can’t do them. Talk about comfort, not only was our time together a recharge, it feels great to clean up a room and have it really feel clean. 

As this all unfolds all of our powers will combine and there is nothing that we won’t be able to get through. We have been training for this moment my whole life. It is go time. I may not know what this appointment or the next few years will bring, but I am organized and ready. For what feels like the first time in my life, I have my shit together.