It's a Great Day for NEW LUNGS!

Att 5:30 this morning my phone rang, and I knew instantly that this was "THE Call." Honestly, who else would call at 5:30 am on a Sunday? Certainly none of my friends, anyway. So we grabbed our bags, said a quick "I love you" to the shorkie, and were out the door. And into...a half-marathon.

Actually, to be fair, thehalf-marathon hadn't actually started, but that doesn't mean it hadn't already worked a number on my planned hospital route. See, today is the annual RoadRunners Half-Marathon in NYC, and it actually ends across the street from my apartment. Needless to say it took us a little while to negotiate our way up to the hospital -- my personal favorite moment was when my mom leaned out the window (over me) and started trying to explain to a NYC cop that we were on our way for "emergency surgery." He was sympathetic, but not much he could do.

Anyway, we made it up safe and in one piece without mowing down any runners on the way. I'm slightly overwhelmed right now (um, make that EXTREMELY overwhelmed) and have just been kind of in a daze all morning. But I'm checked into my room, I have an IV firmly in place in my wrist, I've had my EKG and they've taken about half my total blood supply, and I'm dressed to impress in a lovely hospital gown.

Surgery is tenatively scheduled for 2 pm, assuming this is a "go." I have a good feeling about this, and my sister will update as she is able. Thoughts, prayers, and of course all the love you can spare are always welcome.

Catch you guys on the flip side. I love you all :)