The OR Litmus Test

I often refer in an offhand manner to my “OR Litmus Test”. My longtime readers, who accompanied me on my journey to and through transplant, know what this means, but for my newer followers (welcome!!!!) I thought it would be good just to re-clarify what that means.

Here goes:

Before I got sick I was overwhelmed with the need to build and acquire. Every time we visited a new place I would pick up real estate flyers and make a loose plan to start operating a vacation rental there. It was like I couldn’t fully enjoy a place without feeling like I could potentially own part of it.

I no longer have any desire to build a real estate empire or own twenty houses throughout the world.

I realized as I lay on that hard, cold metal table in the OR, that if I didn’t wake up from my transplant - a possibility tons of doctors warned me about - this was it. I wasn’t going out with my houses, or money in the bank. It felt to me at that moment that all I could take with me was love and memories (I know whether memories can be taken with us is a matter of debate, but it’s what I feel is true). All I could leave behind was the impact I had on others, and my writing.

That hour before my transplant everything became crystal clear for the first time in my life.

Love = the most important thing

Family = everything

Helping = sign of a good life

Creating = leaving something of meaning behind

Memories & Experiences = the only wealth we truly possess IMHO

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Money = can’t take with us

Prestige = irrelevant

Property = means nothing to the point of seeming ridiculous when faced with death

Material possessions, except those of a sentimental nature that can be passed on = Nada

This “OR table” litmus test continues to inform my decisions and inspire my dreams.

I now feel a strong, surprising call to the vagabond life.The ideas of failure, disgrace, criticism, what other people think - all of that seems unimportant in light of my drive to create.

Things that I deemed unimportant on the OR table are not where I waste my time and energy.

I am still reeling with this new clarity that was gifted to me along with my new liver.

Me being rolled out of my room en route for the OR for my transplant surgery. March 22, 2017.

Me being rolled out of my room en route for the OR for my transplant surgery. March 22, 2017.

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