Mom got a kidney.  I know, that sounds so matter or fact.  We got the call Tuesday morning that Mom should prepare herself for a possible kidney transplant at UCLA.  It’s coming from Pennsylvania.  The deceased donor was a 2 year old boy who died of a cardiac arrest from contracting H1N1.  Though it felt like a miracle we were getting a kidney in such a short time from from being on the national waiting list, I felt a tear roll down my cheek.  Then another one followed.  And another.  I felt excited and scared all at once.  At the same time my heart was aching for the family.  I can’t help feeling guilty that I was relieved my mom was about to get a kidney and didn’t need to get dialysis, and she wasn’t going to be feeling so sick anymore.  But our gain was someone elses loss.  I know things happen for a reason, and everyone has their path in life.  But it’s still hard to just accept it as it was meant to be.  I’ve whispered a thousand “thank yous” and said a hundred prayers for their gift of love.  I pray God will help them find peace.