its awful. i know he has to go in as he needs to be in the best of health for transplant, but its tearing me apart each time he gets called in. at least last night we had some hope for all of 5hours. now we're bacl to waiting. when i answered the phone last night and heard 'hi its julie, is Peter there?' i just replied 'you want him to go in again dont you?'. I was so calm as i knew it could all be over by today, that he'd either have a heart that worked and be on his way to recovery, or he would've gone to a better place than this living hell atm. sounds awful doesnt it?