After a whirlwind of a night, we finally stood around Jace's bed at 3 AM as he slept, thankful that the surgery went well... thankful for good doctors...thankful for each other. Then we sort of, quietly looked at each other in disbelief. I'm not sure who said it, but someone uttered, "Shouldn't he be exempt from other illnesses? Wouldn't that be more fair?" We all nodded in agreement.
