I spoke to my little sweetpea last night at UCSF. He's doing great! He's a little uncomfortable with normal post-surgery stuff, but he's doing beautifully nonetheless. Marisol and I prayed that God would be with the surgeon doing it and it would be a perfect kidney. Well you know? It worked. The kidney came from a 24 year old boy, it was perfect, according to the surgeon. I asked my boy about the doc and he was like "It was the strangest thing, he was so cool, like my best friend! It was like he was sent or something." I told him he was sent, that Marisol and I had prayed for it. And it's true. Cool, very cool. I am so deliriously happy with the whole situation.

It's a good thing, I need something to be happy about.