Most transplant surgeries are typically done at night because there is less commotion in the hospital. Doctors are in a "rotation" to extract and to transplant the patients. We waited several hours before they were ready for our surgery. They were doing all the preliminaries and getting the operating room prepared. When the head surgical nurse came in she smiled and said, "Ok, Bruce, were ready." They put Bruce on the gurney table and wheeled him "off into the night." I stood there for a moment and stared at the hallway. All those years of waiting, praying, and finally our time had arrived. I didn't know what to do or where to go. I felt so lost. About that time the anesthesiologist came and said I could go into the operating room and talk with Bruce for a while. The liver had not yet been delivered. I had to put on the hospital uniform and the doctor took me into the operating room. It was not what I expected. I was overwhelmed at what I saw. It was extremely cold. In the back of the room were long tables with surgical instruments stretched from one end of the room to the other. Bruce was lying on a warm gel mattress. He was all bundled in blankets and smiled at me when I came in. The nurse was so kind and I asked if we could pray over Bruce. She said, "Of course," and joined me as I laid hands on Bruce once more and thanked the Lord for his healing presence. I had read accounts of people being healed in the operating room and I was not going to let this opportunity pass by without praying. As we finished, the anesthesiologist brought in a small cooler and said they were ready to go. I realized that this was our new liver. It was in a small cooler. A very strange moment.... Our night had begun.