Again, a thank you to the fine folks at Specialized Iterations for their help on this story.
As I lay in bed spooned around the best wife any man could ever have, I reviewed my day with a smile on my face. I went to work at a job I loved and came home to the greatest family in the world. I played tag in the backyard with my two wonderful kids, ate a great meal and watched a baseball game on TV with the family. After the kids went to bed, my wife of 21 years and I enjoyed a satisfying, loving romp in the bedroom, where I brought her to orgasm three times before joining her in bliss.
We cuddled together and kissed several times in our afterglow before my wife drifted into sleep and rolled onto her side away from me. I wrapped my left arm around her and smiled inwardly. Yeah, I was nothing special, and nothing I did during the day was special. I was a boring guy leading a life most people would probably say was boring. How great was that?
Unfortunately, I didn't know it was to be the last such day.
I got the phone call a little before noon. Carrie was crying and almost hysterical, and I was having a hard time understanding her. If I understood her correctly, she said something about our son, Troy, kidney disease and hospital. I told her I would meet her there in 20 minutes. I quickly explained things to my boss and flew out the door.
Eighteen minutes and somehow no tickets later, I was at the hospital, talking face to face with Dr. Michael Fierstos in the hospital emergency room, where my son was taken doubled over in pain less than an hour before. How he went from being a normal, healthy high school freshman to having stage three chronic kidney disease was a mystery to the doctor, who told me a specialist was coming down to look at my son.
Carrie and I did our best to appear upbeat in front of our son, but it wasn't easy. Carrie quickly googled chronic kidney disease on her phone, but I just hung out at the bedside with Troy, joking and kidding. Carrie stood off to the side reading, sniffling back tears and looking paler as she kept reading. Several times she looked up from her phone and we locked eyes, at which point I could see that it didn't look good for our son.
That was confirmed by the specialist, Dr. Brendan Nicholas, 45 minutes later. He told us that Troy needed a kidney transplant fairly quickly if he was going to survive until high school graduation, even with dialysis.
Troy handled the news well for a 14-year-old, breaking into tears immediately. I can't say I blamed him. Carrie joined him seconds later.
Dr. Nicholas explained to us that while kidney transplants are fairly common these days, finding a match was still not a certainty. A familial match would be best, and probably the easiest, he said, but the problem with that was I was an only child and Carrie had just one sibling, who had two underage children, who were not eligible to donate, the same as Troy's 17-year-old sister. Including four living grandparents, that made just seven possibles in the family. They were all tested and ruled out within the week. To say our family was devastated would have been the understatement of the year.
Our doctors, however, were more upbeat than we were... or at least they acted that way. Still... it wasn't looking good for Troy. There were a lot of tears shed at the hospital and the Novak home for a week after the seven of us were ruled out.
One of my favorite TV show lines of all time is from Monty Python's Flying Circus, "Nobody expects the Spanish Inquisition." To warp that a bit, nobody also expects a miracle... but that's what we seemingly got about a week later, and it came from an unlikely source half a world away.
Carrie and I called Sergio Santiago, an 18-year-old who was the son of our two very good friends, Jorge and Robbie Santiago, a nephew because of how close we are to the Santiago family, but technically we weren't in any way related... that I knew of... until it was shown that we... or at least Carrie and him... were... and he was a three-way transplant match to our Troy.
"As we've said, Mr. Novak, having a family match is the best... and a half-sibling is almost as good as a full sibling," Dr. Nicholas enthused.
"But doc, he's not a half... oh shit! Oh fuck!" I blurted out as Dr. Nicholas looked on in horror.
My brain wasn't firing on all cylinders for a split-second... until it caught up. At first, all I was hearing was a miracle for Troy. Then all I was hearing was the end of my marriage as I knew it. I looked over at Carrie, who seemed to be trying to disappear right before my eyes.
"Carr... baby... oh shit, baby," I whispered.
She looked away, but I could see her face and neck color deeply. I stood stock still, waiting for her to say something. Five seconds passed, then 10. I cleared my throat.
"I can't worry about anything right now except Troy," she said. "I called. I had to try. For Troy."
"Thank you for thinking of somebody else this time," I responded in a bland voice.
Hopefully, we had our miracle, because we no longer had a marriage.
She looked at me directly for the first time in several minutes and narrowed her eyes.
"Not now, Josh. I don't have time for this shit."
I heard what she was saying and I understood it... for what it was worth.
"How long will it take them to get here?" I asked.
"They'll be here a week from Thursday," she said quietly.
"Good. They can stay with us, as usual," I responded.
The Santiagos had stayed with us about a half-dozen times through the years. Our basement had been converted into a full-on guest suite with a master bedroom, a smaller bedroom and a full bath. It wasn't quite the five-star hotel that the Santiagos usually stayed in, but again, they were family. Family. Yeah, right.
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Carrie and Robbie were roommates at Iowa State University for their last two years. Robbie and Jorge were already a couple by the time I started going out with Carrie a little before Christmas of our junior year.
It took me some time to develop a relationship with Jorge. He was the son of a rich Spanish businessman and was kind of a rich douchebag playboy. I came to realize, though, that he was basically a nice guy without a mean bone in his body, and a lot of his doucheyness came because he hadn't really lived in the real world until he came to the United States to attend college.
We eventually worked up to a pretty good friendship, although a lot of it was still centered around the women in our lives. They were best friends as well as roommates, and there were even rumors on campus that they were more than just friends. I had never seen any evidence of that.
Jorge and Robbie married six months after we all graduated. Carrie was maid of honor, and I also attended as a guest. Robbie was then Carrie's matron of honor at our wedding in Champaign, Illinois, six months after that, and of course we had Jorge in attendance as well.
