The more things change...surgery date has arrived.

Not what we thought, but still there is some decision that has been made. Dr. B called tonight, prime-time dinner hour which for us is around senior citizen dinner time, five ish. Dr. B said that he talked with his five colleagues and that they had overwhelmingly voted for ureteral re-implantation surgery on the yucky kidney:

http://www.ucsfbenioffchildrens.org/education/ureteral_reimplant_surgery/index.html

So, we are going to try and preserve the last little bits of function that it has instead of just eighty-sixing the whole thing. The weird thing is that we hung up the phone and later on got a call to get the whole thing moving. So, we are on for January 3 and we are thankfully going to have a big preoperative chat with all the people we need to talk with at the hospital.

My first reaction was to cry, the eyes watering, this is all happening kinda leaking crying and Matt hugged me back into okayness. I think this is good, it is nice to be doing something and to feel as though we are working for Eliot now. It is scary, I am terrified, but also feeling good that Eliot may be able to have two kidneys in his lifetime even if the one is a lot less.

On another note, Christmas tree is up, smells great and only one ornament broken. Tree 0, kids 1. The boys are so excited and have been actually saying, "Shhhhhhhanta", I love it.

I will try to keep posted and to tell everyone that I can feel the cyber support, thanks:)

Merry- Merry