What a Brave Soul. Hat's off to you Amy. I'm sure for all your family it must be a very topsy turvy roller coaster ride. Here's wishing you all the best. 
It is, but could have been so much more so. There was a tv programme, Love on the transplant list, about a young couple and thier family's almost hellish path to a new set of lungs for their 30 year old daughter with cf. Just happened to be a poll dancer btw.
Her lungs had degraded terribly, no capacity what so ever, sedated on life support. Family watching the ventilator figures drop through the floor, and no news of any organs available. Death looked certain.
Then news comes through, lungs available, all prepped for the op as they only have an hour before they degrade. Family delighted. A ray oh hope...
....nope, can't do the op. lungs are too big. They'd never fit in a million years. Family go back to dispare ( and I presume another family get the lungs with a more suitable patient ) by which time daughter is almost passing away in front of them, nothing to do except wait and hope.
Then finally, another pair of lungs available.... They fit, are suitable, op goes ahead, she lives, and is out of hospital in 5 weeks doing cartwheels in the park with her boyfriend and the dog.
Having seen that we where prepared for similar, possibly. Imagine the conversation then, a week ago Saturday morning, when Dad rang to say, after a long description of events that we already knew, that Amy was in theatre undergoing a transplant as we spoke. I've not often been shocked in life, but that was definately one of those times. Disbelief. Relief. Worry. Jubilation. Concern.... Nope, stay calm and carry on.
Roller coaster ride? Yes, but could have been a lot worse.
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