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My husband was diagnosed with Pulmonary Fibrosis on 2006. He took a turn for the worse last June after 2 wks. in the hospital with Pneumonia and another weeks stay in Oct. He was forced to retire in June and began pre-testing for transplant in Sept. He made the UNOS list Dec. 14th. Last Saturday, Jan. 24th, I took the call from the transplant coordinator that a donor had been found. People use the term blind-sided but you can't fully understand the feeling until it happens to you. When my cell phone rang, I looked down and saw "no caller ID". I ignored it, I don't answer calls from unknown sources. But a little voice said answer it, I did. I listened as the Coordinator told me there was a donor, to come now, we could take showers but we needed to come asap...I stopped breathing...I sounded like a blubbering idiot answering his questions. For 5 wks. we've held our breath when our cells would ring and every day that went by without a call, we got a little more discouraged. His lungs were failing fast, his diagnosis reads end stage Pulmonary Fibrosis. People do die waiting for a donor. I was beginning to think I must start preparing for the worst case scenario. So taking THE call was the most amazing yet surreal moment of my life and I feel so incredibly blessed to have been given the experience. I know my husband must have fully realized this was THE CALL, but his face was absolutely without expression. His eyes were locked on my face, I remember thinking...how can he sit there so calm while I'm falling apart. I thank God my HC buddy FarmGirl824 and her husband were here visiting with their new baby, she scooted over and hugged me and asked "what can I do?". A bag...I hadn't packed a bag. The Coordinator had already told us Paul wouldn't need anything so she ran around grabbing our phones, my IPad, chargers and snacks and stuffed them in a tote. We both got showers and rushed the 63 miles to St. Luke's Denton Cooley Heart Institute/Transplant center in the Houston medical center. FG and her husband stayed at the house and fed the animals that night and the next morning alleviating one huge concern of mine. The donor lungs were coming from Dallas. Waiting for the antibody match was harrowing, had the donor not matched, the lungs would have gone to another recipient. There is no way to prepare yourself for going home at that point. At 1:35am Sunday morning, we all said our goodbyes as they wheeled him to surgery to begin the process of placing him on the heart/lung machine...I was shaking uncontrollably...in true form, he was serenading the staff with Elvis tunes. The only time he got emotional was when he told the team his thoughts and prayers were with the donors family. I think it was that moment I fully realized how brave and courageous he is. Our son and daughter, her husband, our grandson, Paul's sister and brother hunkered down in the waiting room and waited. The lungs arrived at 5am. At 7:00am we were told the lungs were in and around 11:00am the surgeons came out to give us the wonderful news everything had gone well. He's doing amazing. He's off the ventilator, sitting and standing and was recently moved out of ICU to intermediate care. I get to see him tonight and I'm as excited as a school girl with a new crush. I've allowed myself to daydream about the trips we will take, seeing movies together, antiquing, planning family vacations again and fulfilling the things on our bucket lists. He's got a rough year ahead of him to regain his strength and muscle tone before he can really begin to enjoy life again. I ordered him a Superman t-shirt to wear home from the hospital because he is Superman. Here's my guy, 24 hrs. after a double lung transplant and just minutes after the breathing tube was removed. He hasn't been that pink in 9 yrs.