Crossing my fingers and hoping for the breath.

I'm in my 30s. I have Cystic Fibrosis. No, that's not an oxymoron; I made it to my 30s WITH Cystic Fibrosis. Of course, the lung transplant at 23 helped a lot. Breathing is a gift I receive every day, every hour, every minute, every second thanks to a brave family and a generous young man who donated his healthy pink lungs to me. So take a second and recognize the breath you're taking. I'm crossing my fingers and hoping I always have that.

Sunday, March 28, 2010

Great weekend

The parents come up to see the new house. Wow, my mom cried because she was so very happy for us. Awwww. It made me cry. It's funny how much you want to impress your parents--even when you're older and in your 30s. She and my dad were extremely impressed. I'm happy for my house, the hubby who gave me this house all spiffed up and beautiful, and the friends and family who've been able to seen our new pad. And the compliments they've given. I'm happy.