Stares in amazement

Up early to get lab work done around 7am, before one of his anti-rejection drugs can be taken but before the man can eat. And while I am getting ready, I catch him once again and cannot help but laugh. Granted, this is the type of man that will go around feeling the texture and outline of new buildings he encounters (that is the architect in him) but it is as though he were a child, encountering his first butterfly. The amazement and awe of the moment, captured in his eyes and smile, is all that can be seen. What would make him act in such a way? He was staring at his fingertips once again.It is difficult to know what must be going through his head in that moment. The years that his fingertips and tips of his toes have been lacking oxygen had caused, what the doctors call, "extreme clubbing". When we first met, his fingertips often reminded me when the children in my family used to put the pitted black olives on their fingertips to eat them only as a child can eat them. The rough shape of that image could be easily seen in his fingertips pre-transplant, but now, the image can no longer be seen in person and my mind finds it difficult to remember what they used to look like.But, Greg remembers quite well. He just sits there, in amazement, at one of the small miracles that resulted from a larger miracle. His new lungs are now feeding oxygen to the one deprived extremities of his body, nourishing the cells, blood vessels, skin, and nails; turning the blue-purple nails to a healthy shade of pink. When I asked Greg what he was doing, he looked up at me with a smile on his face and said "They are still pink". Yes, my love, thanks to God, they ARE still pink! (big smile)