This day was horrible awful.
People said it wouldn't be fun, but I'm not sure how much we listened to them. We figured we were real tough and could take it, no sweat, but it royally suuuuuucked.
It started far too early (why does 5 am even exist??) to drive into LA in the morning rush. Once at the hospital there were tests and tests and tests for Jason. For me and Audrey, who got to be here for USC eval day, the lucky duck, there was lots and lots of waiting in hospital halls or hospital waiting rooms on hospital chairs (the chairs in the blood lab were by far the coziest). In the afternoon was a four hour stretch of meeting with the transplant team learning all the worst, most negative statistics they could find involving lung transplants. If we didn't realized what a huge deal a double lung transplant was before—we realize it now. And then, when we thought the day might be coming to an end, they threw in the minor detail of the average wait time for a fella like Jas...... which is 17 months. Whoa.
Do you know how long 17 months is? Well! It's a really long time.
While we were having our chitchat with the transplant team Audrey found her way to Magnolia Bakery where she bought us some tasty baked treats to sweeten up the day. They were deeelightful and almost made up for the super sad moment when Jas picked PF Changs for dinner (to eat away our bad feelings from the day) and we drove all the way to the Beverly Center only to find that they were closed down for emergency maintenance that day. Bummer. We ate at California Pizza Kitchen instead because it was right across the street.... and it was just wasn't quite the same.
In more recent news:
1. Jason got a call from Duke on Monday!! An evlauation was scheduled for June and this one will be four days—buckle up! We are super happy that things seem to be moving forward with the peeps at Duke!
2. IVF is clipping along. I keep calling their office and my buddy Paul keeps answering. I have a feeling we might be pretty close by the end of all this.
There's going to be lots of ultrasounds and blood-work and slicing and extracting and (cross your fingers and your toes) impregnating up in here. May might be the craziest month yet and we couldn't be more pumped! Eyyy eyyy eyyy!!!
3. Audrey died my hair a nice dark red before she left. Pictures to come.
4. I kind of hate the word impregnating, but I can't stop saying it because it's so gross.