My dad got the call from Stanford. He's on his way to get a lung transplant, everyone.
Hold your breath, cross your fingers and your toes, pray if that's you're thing...
This HAS to work. It just must.
I'm on my way to California tomorrow to meet with the Twin in LA and then drive up to Stanford with a car so my step mom and dad will have transportation once he's out of the hospital and in the recovery unit for the next 3 or 4 months. I'll be sure to update you all on the progress over the next week after he's had his surgery. I'm taking my work laptop, of course, so I can work from there.
I don't know what to do with myself. I'm not quite freaking out, but I'm not NOT freaking out either. Work is all askew, too, which isn't helping. *sigh!*
Just keep us in your thoughts, ok? Talk to you guys soon!