After 2 years on the transplant list, 41 years of living with Cystic Fibrosis, on June 24th at 12:30 in the middle of a pool party surrounded by so many dear friends, Jay got THE call he had been waiting for. It was surreal. We didn't really believe it was happening, but sure enough, by 4:30 he was being wheeled off to the OR, to re-emerge about 10 hours later with new lungs.
The nurses told me to start a journal. To document the ups and downs of the recovery. So after a few (very few, 3) hours of sleep, I did the only thing I really know how to do, the thing that I know Jay will love to take over as soon as he is able to do so on his own: I started a blog.
This will be a central place for our little family to journal this miracle, to keep all our friends and family up to date (so I don't have to repeat myself to all the different groups of people) and hopefully to be something our daughters can look back on one day to understand all the things they might not understand in the weeks and months to come.