Happy Halloween... A few days late. Heather was a Lady bug and Puppa was a bumble bee. It was a good time for Heather but Detroit was freaked out by all the costumes.

I have had a good week of volunteering. I had an event at Stonehill in Easton where I spoke to a class of women ( I don't know where the men are for my presentations) about my experiences with organ donation and transplantation. I have gotten emails from a few that reported they talked to their families and one even went to go get a new license. Then Friday I spoke at the Jordan Hospital to a group of nurses. Some of which had heard my story or had treated me in the Emergency Department. They were quite surprised I was alive and doing so well. My mom went and told me how proud she was of my efforts. She had never really seen me in action. Apparently she saw some nurses passing around the tissues. You know its successful if some tears are shed. I haven't exactly met my goal of 100 new donors, but I don't think success is necessarily in the numbers. After all, one donor can save up to fifty lives. For more on my project visit: myspace.com/don8life.

Last week I decided that I was going to move out from Kevin's house into one of the family apartments in the "compound." SO back to Liberty Street I go. We are not breaking up, but Kevin clearly has issues with my illness and coping with the idea of a transplant. He told me that he can barely take care of himself and Heather, nevermind act as my caregiver. At least he was honest and took the opportunity to tell me before there was some commitment to be broken. I decided that I really needed a space of my own to wait and to heal. A place that is stress and anxiety free because God knows the anxiety runs high waiting for that call.

More later...