As transplant patient, wife and mother, I was more afraid than I had ever been in my life. My infant immune system is only as strong as the medications that are pumped into my body. To be with Joe, I would enter the infectious disease world of a general ward hospital. Joe didn't know his name nor where he was. I now had parenting responsibility for all six children.
"I think I need some wings," I said. "I'll go talk to the steward about it."
"You won't need to do that," the captain answered. He unpinned the gold wings from his uniform and handed them to me.