Which has led us to the longest 34 hours of our lives.

7:45am. March 30th, 2026, incoming call, Mt.Sinai.

Mom was finally offered a liver and as I sit here and type this at 5pm on March 31st, 2026 she has just finished an 11 hour transplant surgery.

It’s almost comical, I get the call, I try to go wake up mom and alex at their house, no one answers the door, no one answers the phone. The dogs are going crazy, Ryan almost had to literally climb through a window.

I wanted to play a joke on my mom telling her her mom died to make her laugh before I told her about the liver because the last time everyone gathered at her house to wake her up early to tell her anything it was her three sisters to tell her Grandma passed, the morning after she got out of a 30 day rough go about at morristown. I practiced the whole way over to my mom’s, taking her hands, sighing like my aunt did, saying “Oh, Mommy died.” but I literally got to the house, forgot about the joke and all I could get out is “It’s go time.”

When someone tells you at 8:30am “it’s go time,” my sister’s response of “where the fuck are we going right now????” is pretty justified, but getting to tell them in person, “we got a liver,” was the weirdest thing to leave my mouth on earth.

After awaiting instructions to come into the city until later that day, we drove around finding somewhere to get food, almost aimlessly and settled for a diner on 23 playing club music before 11am.

Many more hours passed, a short 40 minute quiet car ride to the city, a check-in that felt like a concierge service, prelim labs, preflight surgery check, met the team, hugs, kisses, lots of i love yous and a see you later.

Send Mom every good vibe you have.

xoxo

Nell, Al, Ry, Marv, Goosey gurlllll