The night we got the call for the surgery

Luke had a really hard last few days. He was getting weaker and of course could no longer eat because his liver was so enlarged to say nothing of the huge size of his heart. There was no room for food. He asked for something and then couldnt eat but a bite. He loved food. He couldnt go to sleep and was very restless. I was certain in my mind that he would not make it through the night. I stayed with him while Dad went to the lounge to sleep in chair. Sometime really about 12 or 1 Luke finally went to sleep. A nurse came and told me I had a call at the nurses desk. I couldnt imagine who it could be. It was the surgeon. He asked if we wanted to give Luke the organs they had. I was in shock..I dont remember what I said exactly except I needed to tell my husband. I went into the dark room and over to the lounge chair and kneeled down and gentle work Dad. "They have organs for Luke". He was awake in a second. We hurried to his room where he was still sleeping. They had lots of prep. I asked not to wake him until necessary so he wouldnt be fearful. One of Lukes favorite young doctors came in and put in an IV. There were 2 female nurses there and one asked if he wanted to flush the line to be sure it was in right. He made it clear it was in like butter and didnt need a flush. (The women were impressed). Later after Luke woke up he said the line was hurting. With as many lines as he had had in his life I knew he was right. I told the nurse and she said it looked fine. I said if Luke said something was wrong then there was something wrong. She said she would have them change the line once they got into the OR. She said they needed that line for anestesia. Dad read some scripture with Luke and we prayed. Luke told us he was scared. (One of the cardiologists who did his initial screening had asked him if he was a fighter because this was a battle he wouldnt make if he wasnt a fighter. He had said he was. Now he said "What if Im not enough") My heart broke. I had always walked with him into the OR rooms, had him sit on my lap, sing to him, comfort him so he wasnt alone until they put him under. This time he had to go alone. I saw his fear and my heart broke. I wanted to call it off. I knew the alternative. I didnt know what God had in mind. He rolled into the OR and I told the nurse not to forget to change the IV. She assured my she wouldnt. I fell apart. Dad and I held each other and cried. We called everyone to tell him he was going to get the organs.
Jake said How does anyone do that...... I ask myself the same thing....now and at that time....
During the hours of surgery I knew he was in God's hands. My heart ached for the family of the donor. Someone was having a broken heart because my son was getting body parts. I spent much time praying for them.
When he was  back in the room I remember Josh saying "Do you realize that every piece of life support system they have is in this room.?" I think he was trying to tell us we didnt realize how serious this was. We knew.