He's made it !!!!! I woke to someone squeezing my toe, Dr.Camp, Shawn's surgeon. "He's done, he's stable, he's sick, he's sick like he just had a transplant."
They are going to settle him in and then come and get me.

The word sick confused me. He's not "sick", he's recovering. He's not sick, he's a fighter, a survivor, he's my Shawn.

This early morning my husband has finally emerged breathing with new lungs and new life.
Amen