Pretty much. Applied for transplant at Columbia Presbyterian last summer, got denied; looked into other options, got told "nope, sorry" or (in the case of Duke University) held up for a gratutiously long time before they replied in the negative, after leading me to think they'd do it (those bastards); settled on UNC in December, went to get evaluated in February (paid out of my own pocket, as I didn't have any health coverage they'd accept; they were very accomodating and charged just $600, getting the tests they needed back from my own docs in New York); got an "okay, we'll transplant you!" notice in March, while on the West Coast with Jessica; got an apartment in April; moved in May, after literally almost dying from one of the worst lung infections I ever had, and now the local Medicaid is trying to finish what illness started, apparently.
They haven't actually said it's because it would kill me, but that's what they mean with their quaint little euphemisms such as "unfavorable odds" and "unacceptable risks of transplantation."
My mom is moving to Florida in July with her hubby, and isn't even in NYC at the moment. My dad (they're divorced, obviously) is staying in NY, but he doesn't speak English well, at all, and largely limits himself to the Russian community there.
Will send that PM in a moment. Thanks so much!