It's a small world after all

Hubby is in Kentucky this week, being an observer and cheerleader for the local representatives to the National Transplant Games. During a break in the events on Monday, he and Princess stopped into the McDonald's on campus for a bite to eat. Hubby saw a man he recognized from an event he had watched earlier.

"You're from Team Philadelphia, right? Congratulations on your medal," Hubby said. "Thanks," the man responded. "Are you competing, too?" "No, I'm here to watch my brother and the rest of Team Nations Capital. We're from Baltimore actually, not DC." "When did he have his transplant?" the man asked. "Well," Hubby replied, "his first one was over 20 years ago, but he needs another one. I'll be the donor this time, and the surgery will be in about 3 weeks." "Are you going to be at Hopkins?" the man asked. "Yes. The first transplant was there, too." "My brother is Dr. Transplant. He's the one who developed the laproscopic method they use for the transplant surgeries now."

The conversation continued a bit, and Hubby and Mr. Philly Transplant went their separate ways. Later, Hubby asked BIL which doctor was being assigned to their upcoming surgery. "Dr. Transplant," BIL replied. "My nephrologist says he's very good." And now I wonder, was Dr. Transplant driven by his brother's illness, or did some peculiar twist of fate cause Philly to need the kind of expertise his brother was already involved with?