
Last night when I checked Jim's temperature, I was less-than-happy to see the results. He had a bit of a fever, so per the rules, we called transplant. They called us back and told us to come up. By the time we got up to the 8th floor and put in a room, his temp was normal. They took blood cultures, vitals, called the PA, called the Dr. and told us to wait while they ran the blood. It all looked acceptable and so they gave us the choice to stay or go. Hmmm, which do you think we chose? We arrived back home around 2am.
We had to be back up to the clinic this morning at 9 for more platelets and a few tests in radiology which brings me to what this post is really about.
This is our angel, Tarra. Tarra has been helping us for months now. Tarra came up to IMC in the middle of the night when no one could seem to find a vein for an iv (after seven tries I might add) She accomplished the iv in one try. She put in both of Jim's picc lines, one of which she did when his platelet count was 3. For three months Tarra came over every single night to give Jim his neupogen shot. She came during blizzards, came after she had worked until all hours of the night and came and changed his picc line dressings on a regular basis and on call if they needed attention. She changed her work schedule to be where we were when we had imaging tests and made sure we had the very best people for each proceedure Jim needed.
Today was no exception. Tarra never lets Jim sit in the waiting room. She brought him back and let him lay down and rest and then when he needed the ultrasound, she had them come right to us and do the imaging. Today when he was particularly exhausted, it was such a blessing. I believe that it was President Kimball who said that most of the time it is through another person that the Lord is able to meet out needs; certainly he has met our needs through the heart and hands and help of Tarra.