Ethan had his biopsy today. We arrived at the hospital at 7:00 am. They took Ethan back and had me wait in the waiting room. Ethan was nervous that they were going to make him do this procedure with anesthesia. He did NOT want this. Once his IV was in, he was in a gown and had signed his consent forms, they had me join him. There was a question about on of the medications he was taking. It was a newer medication that Ethan had forgotten the name of. No wonder, it was hydrochlorothiazide. Say that three times fast. Once it was time to take Ethan to the biopsy room, I headed straight for the cafe. It was after 9 am and I was hungry. I got a sandwich for Ethan when he was done, and one for myself. I sat at a table in the cafe, pulled out my computer and started working. I heard a song playing. Hey…I know that song! It was my phone ringing. “Strong Hospital” was calling. Oh god! That can’t be good. I answered it just in time for the person to hang up. Damn it!!!!!! As I was trying to ...
This is our family's story of Ethan's heart transplant journey