Ladis and Gentlemen start you enegines...

As you all know, I had gotten the page for my new lungs at around 8:30pm on 15h of February, one month and a day from the day I was listed. I had been staying at St. Mike's for about 3 weeks at that point, or was just coming up to three weeks. My day started normally, and I was settling into my nightly routine of reality and comedy-filled evening. When my nurse poked her head back in to set me up or my antibiotics, it wasn't a surprise, until she told me that, in her so cute Russian accent, I would love to think, European somewhere anyhow.

"Miss, Ali we have lungs or you."  And I am thinking, are you shitting me, is there, are there, really for me. Holy crap. Just like Ottawa, where the hell do I start? Needless to say, I called my Cousin Dave to ask him what time he was coming buy at and, if I am not mistaken, that would have been a Sunday because he was out of town at the time. Told him the story, and naturally, like all national news, Derek had happened to leave early to get to Jim's place. So I am calling Jim's house frantically, he's not answering, and the cell phone we borrowed for this exact moment isn't on. SURPRISE Wilson traits do get passed down to un-blooded family members.

I had only just gotten my pager that Friday, and every time I would hear a helicopter or prop plane come in, I would think Are those for me? I sit up in bed a little, get some Gravol, and go back to bed.

But this day, this February day felt different. Not that we expected lungs to come in, but we just felt it was a good day all around. Derek had his best friend, Chris, there, and they stayed up at Jim Brownell's place, so I might add is an amazing man.

Having not been able to get a hold of Derek for 10 minutes that felt like an hour, I called my Mom. Here is our conversation verbatim.

Mom: Hello
A: You have to get here now...
M: Why?
A: they're here...
M: Holy shit, come on.
A: Dead serious, I am waiting for the medics to get here..
M: Okay, we're leaving now."

CALL ENDS

Then the phone rings again, and it's Derek. I told him we've lungs, baby, get in a cab, and meet us at Toronto General 2nd floor, I think it was, and tell them who you are and they'll direct you where to go. I knew he was misty-eyed, heck, wouldn't you be? We said our I love yous, made sure that everything we have ever done together is something we have treasured for our entire lives.

CALL ENDS

Phone rings again, I am on the gurney this time, it's Dad.

D: Hay Girlie, so what's happening?"
A: "Everything is taken care of here. The nurses will pack up my stuff, and I have to go. So just go to TGH 2nd floor, and they'll tell you where I am."
D: O Kay, so what's going on? 

A: Dad, I can't talk right now, I have to go, I am on the gurney, and the Ambulance is waiting. Bye, love you."

Short, sweet to the point, then from there, the phone calls went out to everyone.

As they wheeled me away in the gurney, I could see all the CF faces peering outside their door, wishing that call could have been there. I went guns a blazing, fist pumps in the air, Rocky Style and the chant my sister Erin and I started doing when I was tired all the time.

WHAT DO WE WANT?
NEW LUNGS
WHEN DO WE WANT THEM?
NOW!!!!

The nurses were all crying, it's like watching her baby take its first steps into life.

Derek and Chris showed up first, then Dave and Jim, then Mom & Dad and then a few hours later, Erin & Jeff showed up. All we can do now is wait. Get me comfortable in a gown and long white tight stockings, I felt so sexy! lol

The surgery is set for Monday Morning at 6am. When I have access to the computer next, I'll let you know what happens...

Love love love

Special Thanks to the following People for visiting me at St. Mike's

My most handsome and wonderful husband, Derek.
All my Nurses & Doctors (You all know who are not on the list, so don't mention it.)
Mayor Bob Kilger
Jim Brownell, MPP
Craig Carter-Edwards
Erin
Jeff
Memere
Shawna
Momma & Paw
Chris, Jill and the Girls
Traci Trottier
Jim & Kat
Dave\
Chris Watt

All my blog messages, although I can't read them, there is only one computer for each floor, I think I have been here long enough.

Love & Kisses