In the spring of this year, Gail Jones had to face a sobering reality: Her liver was failing and she wouldn’t survive without a replacement. “I was getting really sick,” Jones said. “I knew if it didn’t happen soon, it was going to be too late.”
The gravity of her situation turned out to be a blessing in disguise. Because she was in such danger, Jones had high priority status on the transplant recipient list. And on a Wednesday night in July, destiny called. Jones, 66, was just getting into bed when the phone rang at 9:30 p.m. — a liver was available; it was time to go. There was no time to think about it, barely even time enough to worry. She was at the University of San Francisco by 12:30 a.m. and was in surgery Thursday afternoon.