No. No. No. Not again. I simply cannot do ‘this’ again.
Our beloved Ms. Nicole is so very, very sick. She is so sick that no one is saying what everyone is thinking; Nicole.may.not.make.it. Which is precisely what has been running through my mind on a constant loop: “Nicole cannot die.” “Nicole cannot die.” Diddy, Nicole cannot die – because she has so many reasons to live. This is all so entirely fucked up and beyond unfair I could light the world on fire with my rage.
At this point, no one knows quite what went wrong, all we know is that Nicole, a 26-year-old picture of health, grace, strength and beauty, went into acute liver failure and desperately needs a new liver – and she needs it now. On July 8th, we thought our pleas were answered, as a match had been secured, and a liver was on the way to save my super-hero sidekick. After 14 long, torturous hours of waiting, the Transplant Team ultimately determined the liver was not going to work. How is that possible? How is any of this possible?
Only a few days ago, Ms. Nicole was on top of the world. She started out her summer with two a-days workouts, sunbathing and wedding planning. She is punch-drunk in love with her hunk of a fiancée, who she is marrying next June. In fact, just last Saturday she bought her wedding dress. It was the very first one she tried on. Overcome with excitement, she sent me a photo of her in her perfectly-perfect dress. Her smile was so bright and bold it nearly overshadowed the beauty of the vision of her in that perfectly-perfect dress. Almost. Now she’s in a coma, lying in ICU, and has been moved to the #1 spot on the National Liver Transplant waiting list.
Nicole has a Caring Bridge page, she has a Go Fund Me site. She is being sustained by a feeding tube and a PICC line. Her insides are being infiltrated with an onslaught of steroids, chemotherapy, methadone, and dopamine. While her body is frail, it is swollen nearly beyond recognition. Nicole is fighting for her beautiful, bountiful life – and NO ONE knows how any of this happened. You already know that all the horrifying parallels of your fights have set a million and twelve triggers into motion for Momma.
I received a text from hunky Tyler today that said, “Nicole is in ICU…but, she is in Room #12. It is the best sign we’ve received so far.”
Nicole Grace. I am certain she and I are long-lost soul sisters. One of the many reasons I love her so much is because she has helped sustain my life during the darkest, loneliest parts of this walk – when the twists and turns took me lower, and the darkness got even darker, Nicole held my hand a little tighter. Further, Nicole possesses uncanny strength. She is strong-willed, strong-minded, and strong-bodied. In fact, the very definition of her name, Nicole, means: “victorious people”. That simply is no coincidence. She has lived up to her namesake in a hundred different ways. This simply must prove to be her greatest victory yet.
Please keep doing everything Momma has asked you to do. Now is not the time to rebel, my spicy little monkey. Ms. Nicole needs you. Take good care of her. I will do my best to help her family and Tyler in any way I can. But I feel helpless. There is nothing I can do or say that is going to make this easier. All I have to offer is that I know what it feels like to watch the love of your life fight for his/her life. And I am not dead from the pain. Most of the time I wish I was. Nonetheless, I am still here. That’s all I’ve got. That and I am just so sorry.
I love you more than all the stars in the sky.
Go get my girl, Sweet Boy.