When Baylor calls, you go

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 for confirmation. That’s when the longest Monday unfolded, with Brandon waiting for the next phone call from the coordinator. Tentatively, the surgery was set for Tuesday if the call resulted in a yes.