What a difference a week makes...
It's hard to believe that one week ago tonight, I was sitting in a waiting room with my mother, brother, and husband, eating BBQ sandwiches and carrying on conversation while my dad was receiving a double lung transplant. These last 7 days have been a crazy whirling blur. Last Sunday, my brother and I were talking on the phone when my dad called in to tell me that they had just gotten a call from the hospital, saying that they thought they had a set of lungs for him. Immediately, I felt numb. We had been told to be cautious about this, because it could be a "dry run" and there were a million reasons why the transplant might not proceed. My dad told us that they would call us when they knew more, so Mike and I went ahead to get our hair cut as we had planned. I don't really remember much of that afternoon because I know I spent a lot of time wandering aimlessly around the house, feeling like I should be doing something, but not having anything to do. Finally, ar...