A while back (9/29/2006, to be exact), I wrote about a family friend, Steve Shea, whose wife Sallie had been diagnosed with pulmonary fibrosis, a progressive lung disease, for which the only hope is a transplant.
They got the call today, and with any luck Sallie will be breathing easier by tomorrow. It’s major surgery, of course, so good vibes sent her way would be appreciated.
It’s a tragedy for someone else, of course, who once owned the lungs, but it’s a stellar example of how even in death we can find hope for life. I always keep the organ donor box on my driver’s license checked, and I hope you do too.