The worst part about her disease is the unknown. Not knowing exactly when her transplant will come, who will the person be, that will be giving Harmonee her second chance liver, and what things may happen to her before the transplant. I have to admit, before all of this happened I was not a donor. No reasons as to why I wasn't other than the selfish not understanding. The past few weeks since she was first diagnosed has been such a life changing experience there is no way to describe it. Nothing is quite what I had thought of it before. I still don't qualify Harmonee as 'sick'. 'Sick' to me is a contagious cough or flu like symptoms. Realizing that 'sick' is a much wider range of definitions, and that Harmonee is now a definition of 'sick' has brought a broader understanding to the meaning of life for me.