10/16/2024
This isn’t my typical post, but it is directly related to midwifery. Chances are, if you’ve been taken care of by a midwife in Utah, has had a hand in precepting, teaching or supporting them in someway. She may have even been your midwife. She is the only reason I am a midwife. And before all of that, she is my mother and my best friend. Earlier this year we found out that she is in end-stage renal failure after being dealt some unfair genetic cards. We’ve been working so hard all year to finally get her added to the transplant list. Myself and a few other angels have also been going through the process to be evaluated as potential donors for her. Somehow (which now feels very fitting, of course) I am currently in the final phase of finding out if I’ll be chosen. After a long and arduous evaluation, 42 tubes of blood given, 24 hour urine collection (twice!), passing a 75 gram glucose test (yuck), an EKG, X-rays, and an abdominal CT, we are here. It feels like a test I want to pass so badly but have no control over at this point. On Thursday, my insides will be presented to a panel of specialists to decide if I can move forward with donation and give Cathy her life back. Cathy is a pillar in this community, an angel on earth and I would give every organ in my body to her if I needed to. Please cross your fingers and send all the real nice good vibes to the nephrologists and surgeons at the U so they’ll decide to let me do this for her. And if we do get to move forward, I am most certain that I’ll need help from my community and all of you midwives to watch over my clients while I recover. Holding my breath and anxiously awaiting the call 🤞🏼🤍🤞🏼
