It has arrived.
Transplant call Number 2.
We knew it could be sudden. We knew it would generate a slew of emotions.
We also knew the second time around wouldn't be as frantic. As tumultuous.
I fly out in the morning. Patrick, who is already in Seattle, will check in at the hospital at 8pm Saturday. Surgery is set for sometime on Sunday.
Wish us luck. Pray for us. Make an offering. Send good vibes. Patrick needs them all.
Let's give this another go, folks. [Insert appropriate emotion here - and when you figure out what that is would you please let me know?]