Strike Two

My potential donor was refused. Again.

I’m tired.


12 responses to “Strike Two”

  1. Damn…..

    I’m so very sorry Flagg…I will keep praying until the transplant finally
    goes through and you are healthy once more…

  2. I don’t know what to say, Sir. I’m so sorry. We’ll start scrambling to look for other option.

    This will happen.

  3. sorry doesn’t begin to cut it…but our language is inadequate….and caring from afar doesn’t fix it.

    “There’s a cloud-rollin’ overhead and it seems to rain on no one else
    There’s a black sun–casting a black shadow,
    and I know you feel so all alone
    You’re out of control–and you want the world to love you
    Or maybe you just want a chance to let them know
    That you live and breathe and suffer
    And your back is in the corner and you’ve got nowhere to go
    Nothin’ for nothin’–everything’s right at your fingertips–for a price
    Who ever said that life on this planet would ever be paradise
    I say–don’t throw it away, you’ve got too many things to say”
    Out of Control ~ Oingo Boingo

  4. Crap. I’m sorry, man, truly. And this is not “strike two,” suggesting only three. Once we’re through the willing donors, we break out the portable surgical suite.