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I finally went to the lab today to give my blood for analysis. The day started really hot and annoying. I kept fixing my thoughts to positive and my attitude.

It's obvious that I have many things coming against me.  My housemate was knocking on my door without regard that I did not want to be disturbed. I was praying and just trying to take in good energy. It was not majorly important what she needed to tell me. Sometimes, I feel like she does not understand that concept of a closed door, meaning, I need a moment or need some space. I did not open the door, because I just did not want interruptions while I was processing what would take place today.  The conversation between the door is one that we have had since she moved in. It's not that significant, and it was not urgent. It was basically tidiness with the restroom. We have discussed tidiness. I was a bit annoyed. But I let it go.

Got to the lab, waited for another 15 minutes. Total wait was 25 minutes. I was running out of patience. But God reminded me, the patient has been waiting longer than what you have been waiting in this lab. This is not for you, it's for her. I sat reading and accepting this process.

In the lab room, I see the viles, and I figure, they need  1 or three. While my arm is getting prepared, I decided to look out the window.  I don't like needles,I use to fear them but at this point I have overcome that fear. At this point, all I wanted to think about was just doing what I need to do, and then moving forward. Overlooking behind Blossom Hill, I see the mountain range, green hills and a sunny day ahead. I keep thinking, thank you God for this small distraction as they take the 1-3 viles of blood. It's after the lab technician is done that I see, not one, or three but 11 viles of blood.

God is good, had I known how much they were going to take, I would have probably gotten scared. But overall, all I kept thinking is, this is minimal compared to what she is going through.

Has she heard? is she excited? Is she faithful? Will she have hope? Is her family praying as much as I am? Every since I found out that I am a match, not one day passes where I don't think, that this is God's will.

The first part is done, waiting for 60 days to see if this is still a go...

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