It's not my Thanksgiving, but i am thankful

So today is Thanksgiving in our sister country on The US of A and what am I thankful for, well let me tell you.

I have written a little something for my Donor and his/her family and it goes like this this, while it moves life Jagger...

Okay, so I cannot seem to find this wonderful peice of writing that I has so meticulously placed in a safe place that I, myself cannot find it.  So much for super sleuthing.

Today on our news channel CTV Ottawa, which covers all of Eastern Ontario and part of Western Quebec, my friends Mandi and Ronnie Sharpe made it to the new channel.  They are all the way out in Arizona somewhere and what should my brown eyes see on our news station, but Mandi holding up her pregnancy test.  Yep you heard it hear follks, the Sharpe's have made their way into Canada.  WOOHOO.  If you are on my facebook you can see the whole video there.

On to why I am thankful this american Thanksgiving day.

1) my donor family

2) My family all of them

3) My American CF family, actually all my CF family

4) My faith in God and his creation in me and my donor family

5) You, yep you.  You are here today reeading my blog and knowing that you are here reeading this sure makes me feel alive and loved.

I cannot believe that it will be three years soon that i have been blessed with a new set of lungs.  I might also be blessed with a new job, that will finally allow me to save and visit my friends around the world.  First place to go is Idaho for my good friend Meg's Baby shower in January, then hopefull to Arizona to see Mandi, Ronnie and Makenna, then to Virginia to see Cara and Patrick and maybe have a tour of the Air Force base in Norfolk where "P" works.  TOP GUN I might ass.  Cara's got herself her own little Maverick, although taller and better looking.

My need to visit with other CF'ers is something I have always dreamed about.  We are not suppposed to be in contact with each other, but i don't know if it's the same after transplant.  I will double check with my doctor and see what they say about the whole thing.  I know none opf them have Cepacia or MRSA so maybe it is possible.  When I think of Meg having  a little one, I think about Eva, she woud be so proud of Meg and the tough road she has come down, only to welcome a little man into the world in 2012.

I love babies, you show me a baby and I go nuts.  I decided not to have children as my body had been through enough.  There are just some things I wasn't meant to do.  Give me any baby and I can put them to sleep, I have this thing, this knack I guess you could say.  I have been called the Baby Whisperer!  Give me your restless baby, and i can calm them down, no problem.  It's a thing, I can't explain it. *laughing at myself*

Well there's not much more to say tonight, I will be back tomorrow with some pretty cool news or not.  Depends what happens.

Much love, Happy Thanksgiving to my American Cyster and Fibros.

LOVE LOVE LOVE

Ali

To what do i owe the pleaseure.

I am forever thinking about my donor family. i am always wondering why I haven't heard from them. It's coming up to Thanksgiving, and i have decided to send them a little letter. Not giving out too much information, but enough to let them know how important they are to me, how I consider them a part of my family, they are now in my DNA, literally. I have been blessed on so many levels. My heart can barely contain the emotion i hold deep inside, where no one can see them.

Do people not see the pain in my eyes, that is not knowing where my lungs come from. The unknown of who has helped me stay alive and live for another 50 to 60 years. I know it's hard to feel the pain of losing someone so close to you. I understand that they want to be alone, that they want their privacy, but i want to know more about the person who helped me live and the courageous family who helped make that hard decision to allow me to live, while their loved one has moved on.

We were a perfect match, does that mean, on some level we were destined to meet at some point? How do i know I haven't met them already, and this is all a formality. How do i know whether or not this set of lungs is form a young girl or boy. How will i ever know what this person did for a living. And why me zest for life has increased by billions.

I thank god everyday that i can breath, that despite having grade 1 rejection, I am very optimistic that this is going to pass. This is minor set back, a little bump in the road of life. i am thinking of my friends Marc, who is struggling with the decision to get a transplant, and also thinking of my dear friend Meg, who as we speak is in the hospital getting a tune up. i hate tune ups, but having people who are looking out for your best interests is important.

I have a nurse i like to call my guardian angle. Even though we didn't get along so famously in the beginning, we are now a part of each other. She knows what i fell, what i think. Almost like a part of me, in some sense of the word.

My life is like a river, ever flowing and always rejuvenated.

Making choices on how to live your life, can change your life. what you decide ultimately, makes your life different. If i chose not to have the surgery i wouldn't be here. But should have chosen to wait it out, I could still be waiting for lungs. But God has other plans for me. His choice allowed me to live my life for a lot longer than i could have ever imagined. I am  forever grateful for this choice he has made for me.

Until i have another epiphany, i will sign off, with good thought and love in my heart. Prayers to all my Cf friends who need them right now. And sending love to all those who ready this. You are all my life line, an someday, when this blog get's published, my list of recipients far outweigh the choices i have had to make in my life.

Sending the love
 Ali