Got word back from my cardiologist: I have a transplant green light. All my tests, even the unexpected ones, came back good enough to proceed.

He’ll send the report to Rogosin- 24, maybe 48 hours. Rogosin starts scheduling tests on the Swamp Witch, which brings her north to stay awhile. Meantime, I’ve started to make headway on getting a home attendant and desperately needed physical therapy. Sklow gears, turning on ancient and creaking beauraucratic axles.

But it’s movement, nonetheless.