Hi Kevin,
I love the story, thank you. The jock at our house is:
"The phone rings and I am told the heart is on the way. I wake up my daughter (she has been studying heart transplants over the Internet, and hopeful is up to speed). Next comes the knock on the door, the gentleman states he has my heart in the cooler, and wishes me good luck as he drives away. See the cost of the heart is one thing, the surgery is another."
Of course this is just something we kid about, trying to keep the journey a positive one. We are always trying to find things to laugh about, and I think we do well. The lead up to this transplant is hard as my health seems to fade weekley. I just got back from a couple days at the hospital. The preformed another anagram so they can look inside my arteries and bypasses. Turns out the second of my four bypasses has closed up and yet another is also closing. This explains the continued dizziness and hard breathing. It also helps explain the pain I feel more often than not.
The thing about this who process is you need to get sick enough to get help, yet being this sick makes muscle lose and fitness level continue to decline. I just hope I get to the day with some of my body function good. I do love the concept of feeling good again, and like your friend, making these coming years fun and worth living for.
Again thanks for the story,
jd