Gage and Quinn often refer to the number of days with the number of sleeps before an event. Yesterday on the way to dialysis I explained that the doctors looked at PD#1’s insides to see if one of the two kidneys would work in him and we should know soon.

"How many kidneys can they give me? Because I have two, I need two" he said and then I spent several minutes explaining he needed only one and then he was worried about PD#1 only having one left. "But what if her only kidney left gets dirty like my bad kidneys?" See? One question leads to another.

"When?" he says.

"Let’s see, Monday night, Tuesday, Wednesday night…three sleeps! We’ll know in three sleeps!"

"In three sleeps I’ll have a new kidney?"

It’s a constant wrapping of the information around his little brain.

I’m so afraid to hope. But I’m afraid not to hope. So much for Gage’s quality of life hinges on the news on Thursday. 

Well, now, technically it’s two sleeps. That is…if I could sleep.