Yesterday, my 32-year-old brother had a pancreas transplant.
He found out Monday he made the transplant list.
He found out yesterday morning there was a pancreas available.
This morning, at the hospital, we found out it came from a 17-year-old boy.
And I also found out that, after reviewing my brother's file (who was diagnosed with insulin-dependent Diabetes at age 12, and who last year lost his sight and subsequently his job and insurance, to the disease) the University of Illinois at Chicago Hospital decided to cover all his costs.
Every last penny.
What are the words for that?
There so many, but one in particular: