You Took My Breath Away

Chapter Fifteen

The hour I spent with Isaac went by surprisingly fast. My hand hurts from writing things down, as it still hurts to talk, and my throat hurts from giggling. But I no longer have a doctor standing at my door watching my every move at least. Bruce comes in with a small bowl of water and a cotton bud. "Hey doc." I say, quietly, painfully. "Hey, Carly. I'm just here to take that bandage off your head." I smile. Finally, I get this itchy, scratchy, old sock taken off my head. He comes over to the side of my bed, hovers over my body, and starts to take the bandage off my head. "I got a message from the transplant surgeon today." He starts to say, I look at him, excited. He gives me a soft, warm smile. "They're expecting a new lung somewhere in the next three weeks. They say it's a match. So you won't need chemo, until after the transplant." He smiles, and chuckles slightly. I squeal, "THANK YOU!" I yell, hugging him as continues to hover over my body. He laughs and finishes putting a small plaster on my forehead, and steps back. "Very unexpected and soon, I know." I shake my head, smiling. He gives my hand a soft, friendly squeeze, and walks out. It's nearly 3pm. Only another 5 hours until I can tell Isaac the news. Yippee! I lie back and place a hand on my trach tube. I've only been in hospital five or six weeks, i'm so lucky to be getting a new lung so early in time. People in my group have been here for months, some for years, and they still haven't gotten what they need. I want to tell Isaac so much, about what i'll do when I get out of here. My photography, get a dog, buy my own house, maybe even run my own business! Okay, i'm getting ahead of myself. I yawn, today has been a crazy day. I look at the clock, 3:30pm. I hug a pillow, close my eyes, and have a nap.