My oldest brother, Jim, after months of waiting... is now in surgery.
A double lung transplant. Right now.
I'm supposed to do another long day at work tomorrow but how can I just toddle off to bed whilst Mom is in her room crying as though her heart will break? Jim was born when she was just 15; they've been through it all together, hell, they grew up together. I want to scream, to cry, to make everything better but I can't.
I can be here and I can get her up there, to Indiana. Probably on Friday, if all goes well.