My Mom and Brother go get something to eat. I wait. My Brother goes to a visitor waiting room where there is a couch and takes a nap. We wait. And we wait. And we wait.
It’s a disappointment of course. But it actually gives me some hope. If I got matched for this person yesterday and the other A- patient got the lungs this time, it would seem to me that the next time the right size A- lungs become available, it would be my turn. I choose to look at it that way. It’s just how long will it take for that to happen.