I was looking through an old picture album of Mike's and tucked away in it was a little article that he cut out of a newspaper about the gene being identified. He had to be about 10 or 11 when he cut it out and it makes me teary to think of him as a little boy all hopeful about this, using little plastic scissors and tucking it away. Not that hopefullness is bad... hope has gotten him to where he is today and will get him past a transplant. It's good to keep hope as long as you don't live in denial in the present.