The transplant we never thought we'd have.

Well, here we are on the other side of the fence. I never in a thousand years expected to end up here.

We got to the hospital at 5am to see dad off and we all howled. The three of us didn't expect to see him again because he was so sick. At that point, we didn't know it was going ahead; they prepare for surgery just in case because of the time factor. The other half of the team were checking out the donor liver for compatibility, so this could all have still been rewound and back up to the ward.

We said goodbye @ 7am and the transplant co-ordinator (Kate) said that we'd know by 8.30ish whether the surgery was a go or not. We hung around the hospital with the social worker for half an hour; then went back to mums to wait.

Sure enough; 8.30 rolls around and it's batter up. He's in. From that point, I could not have possibily sat around waiting for news, so I left mum and J to it and went into work. Brain was completely fried, but it was better than doing nothing.

Every couple of hours we received updates. 'Liver has been disconnected/new liver connected but not running/liver up and running/liver put into his body/stitched up' All of a sudden it was 4pm and we were asked to meet the surgeons at ICU.

'The operation went exceptionally well' we are told. There were still issues with the kidneys; whether the 'old rattlers' would hold up after they threw a wobbly. All the organs were expected to throw a tanty; but whether the kidneys threw their final wobbly was the worry. They couldn't 'kick start' it this time; the liver was far too new to be pulling blood from, so the plan was to go straight to dialysis and get a kidney transplant.

That was Thursday.

We're now at Sunday and things are still looking really good. I still can't get my head around actually being here; whilst we have had positive news thus far, we are still concerned about the kidneys; but the longer they remain working, the more likely they are to remain working.

So, we wait for him to get back up to the ward and then home - then we attempt to pack up what is left of our lives and move on with it.

It has only been the last week that I have really seen just how tattered it all is. I hope I can put some of it back together.