Facing the big one

My last test for the transplant team  is Monday morning.  I hate the heart catheter, as I had a really bad experience with the last one.  I've taken all the tests [after Monday] and now it is in the hands of the team.  If I qualify, then the question is, "Will my sister qualify?"  Even if she doesn't, there is always the cadaver list. The odds are a little lower [9% after three years] and you can't plan for it, but it has its good points.  Zu is back and I, at least, am having trouble adjusting to there not being a big, pending event in our lives.  For a long while, we were getting ready for the trip; then taking the trip, and now its over.  I read about Mitch today; I think it is a little rash to tell the President, publicly, that your top priority is to see that he does not have another term.  On the other hand, I resent having the Dems lecture us about what the mid terms mean.