It was nearly 1:00 a.m. when my sister-in-law Carol called to tell me that my baby brother Jim, age 59, came through liver transplant surgery with flying colors. The surgery lasted seven or eight hours, I think, but he's in recovery and doing well. When Carol and Jim got the call Thursday evening, they had to drive from Chattanooga to Birmingham for the surgery. They'll be there for several weeks. Tonight their two sons are staying at the hotel with Carol, but they'll have to return to jobs and families after a few days.
No, I'm sure my brother's surgeon wasn't a temp, but it's nice to be able to laugh. I am aware that the donor's family won't do much laughing today.