That is the sentiment that you'll want to give me when I get The Call that there's a donor. There will be well wishes, prayers, and hopes for all the good things on this new horizon that I don't have today: watching the rest of you run your half marathons (I mean, I'm excited to be *able* to run, I just don't plan on doing much of it); sprinting from ride to ride at Disneyland with the kids; walking carefree through Nordstrom; taking up tennis, etc. And these are all wonderful thoughts to share with me. They reflect the love and hope of everyone out there that I will be rid of this horrible disease, Pulmonary Hypertension, and can start planning for a bright future. But I am a little consumed of late with that time between The Call and the eventual hike with my family to Snoqualmie Falls. What exactly happens during that period is unknown but we do know I need to get much, much worse before I get better. And it's not this current gradual...