Maybe 3 is a charm

Last night it was a hit again: Tamara, my cousin, got a call from her transplant doctor, that they had lungs for her. They got picked up by an ambulance, raced to the hospital, whilst the lungs were checked and re-checked.

A rollercoaster of emotions: Surprise, hammering heart at the tension and stress and hope that follow. When you hear that it gets cancelled only minutes before the actual anaesthetic, because the lungs couldn't be taken out without getting severely damaged, it's a disappointment like you can't believe.

This being the second time this happens, I genuinely hope that the third time, will be:

1. soon

2. a success.

Xx

The Gypsy