The doctors told us it would be a matter of hours (before she died). But it wasn't. It was another week.

She had a personal relationship with Jesus. A real one. Even in her death that was very evident to us. I don't want to say she was saintly, but she was right up there.

The doctors have told him that it's a minimum of four to six weeks with no physical activity. Obviously, they'll continue to monitor and continue to gather information. Still, as of right now, we still do not have a definitive reason.

She looked at me, and even though she couldn't talk I could see in her eyes that she was trying to assure me that everything was okay. She was in God's hands, and that was where she wanted to be.

The doctors told us if he had not been in such good shape, he wouldn't have made it. He was in the hospital 35 days, then a week in rehab and then he stayed out of school for several more weeks.

The doctors told us that unless he recovered significantly, it was unlikely that he would ever get a transplant. At one point, we felt that we were at the end of the road, but the doctors and nurses never gave up.