The news is good! I learned via e-mail just a few moments ago that all the pieces of the puzzle have fallen into place, and McKenzie jets to Baltimore on Tuesday, January 12!
Good evening everyone… For those of you who have not heard, and I do apologize for not updating sooner, but we will be headed to Johns Hopkins Hospital in Baltimore, Maryland on Tuesday for McKenzie to have heart surgery.
Obviously the crisis is not over – there is still the prospect of a surgery ahead – but the plan is in motion. And most of it was orchastrated by people who may never have even met each other before:
Next came, How do we get to Maryland with McKenzie? —— I initially posted on her Facebook page that we were in need of a private airplane to take McKenzie to Maryland. We also were in contact with the local newspaper. The newspaper did a front page story on McKenzie and our need to get to Maryland. Through lots of kind people and many efforts, we have a flight to Maryland!!
…The community has really come together to make this happen for McKenzie, which without surgery, we would end up losing her sooner rather than later.
Quite a contrast from the day my parents rushed me to Johns Hopkins. Our pediatrician had set everything up, but they still had to get me there, and to do it they drove into the worst snowstorm in memory. And what does a Southerner know about driving in snow? It seemed like every other driver had buried their car in a snow bank, but we made it. Slow and steady wins the race – and rarely winds up skidding off the road.
The second time I needed surgery (1977) there were more resources to draw from, and The United Way helped pay for our airline tickets. When I almost bled to death (1988) we had people across the Southeast praying for us and willing to help. And there was no organization – one person picked up a phone and called a friend, who called a friend, who called a friend… and on and on.
Supposedly an e-mail can go anywhere in the world in eleven minutes or less. Hardly anyone had a cell phone in 1988, we had to wait until the early evening (local time) to give someone a chance to get home after work before calling and asking for help. We can communicate with more people, and do it quicker – and increase the chances that someone, somewhere, can make the connections that can help a child in trouble.
I often tell you how medicine is making great strides, and I’ve shown you some of those advances right here. But it is the people, the personal connections, that counts the most.