Sunday, July 31st, 2022, my son Brandon’s phone rang, and the transplant coordinator gave words of life. “We have a match.”

The following hours included a drive from New Boston to Baylor Medical Center in Dallas, where blood work could make the transplants a reality.

So after a fast trip down the interstate, almost three hours, into a parking lot, through the double doors, to the lab, back out the doors, and into Brandon’s SUV with his wife, Megan, each breath became an expectation, hoping...