My father's heart problems started when I was twelve, and so receiving the news that he was finally on a transplant list was really very bittersweet. Obviously, no one wants someone they love to be so sick that they require an organ swap, but at the same time the thought of a transplant gave hope to my parents and I that SOMETHING could be done to help my dad, SOMETHING could happen that would allow us to enjoy more time with him.
I called his cardiologist later that week, and this is how the conversation went:
Me: Look, Doc. I'm supposed to get married in July. Out here. In New Jersey. I need my father to walk me down the aisle more than anything else. What's the deal?
Doc: Well, your dad will probably be very tired come July, and may not be able to travel. Plus, being on the transplant list means he could get a call at a moment's notice and needs to be ready to go in Chicago to get that transplant.
Me: Thanks, Doc I got what I needed to know. Looks like I'll be rescheduling my wedding plans.
I had already planned to go home for the week of Christmas, and so I began doing some furious internet research, in addition to asking all my friends and family for any help/advice/suggestions they had.
During that ONE WEEK (which included Christmas) I did the following:
Booked our reception site
Booked our bakery, picked cake flavors