This is no bog standard, call from your Mum, or the local neighbourhood watch to tell you about the latest stolen hanging basket. This is, we may have new lungs for you, so you can like, BREATHE, and be well, and get one with your life with your lovely family.
Can you imagine? Each time, it's been a no-go. This time, the lungs were no good (but thank you donor for at least offering).
Having known others on the waiting list for new lungs, this is; to-be-expected-but-still-bloody-annoying. I know people who have moaned more when their dentist has cancelled an appointment. I know people with CF who have had almost a dozen calls like this before getting new lungs.
I'll give the lovely, funny, wonderful Jayne a little twist on a saying she will almost definitely be hearing right now; 'third time fucky?'.
Love you funny lady. It will happen. I can feel it in me creaky old bones x x x
