The call. After 19 months on the waitlist, I have a donor match.
If you'd told me four hours before that call that I'd cry harder in a Pak'nSave parking lot than I have in years, I wouldn't have believed you.
The clinic rang at 3:47pm on Friday. I was halfway through buying groceries — distracted, thinking about whether to get the multi-pack of avocados or the single ones. Donor coordinator's name on the screen. I knew immediately. Walked out of the supermarket leaving the trolley because I genuinely thought I'd cry on the spot if it was bad news.
It wasn't bad news.
"We have a donor match for you, Emma."
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