The most important of the many things I was able to do with my first set of new lungs was to finish raising my lovely son Gaelen Andrew. He was only 16 when we had to pick up and move to Toronto where he became the sole support person for me, carrying a beeper and on call 24 hours a day. Too big a job for a teenager but accomplished even while continuing his high school education at Contact, a wonderful alternative school which happened to be in the same building as we lived. He is now 26 and as fine a man as I could wish. He has been working for 6 years at Fireside Restaurant in Halifax as a cook, which he finds very fun. Yes, I got to finish raising my son with the first set of lungs. Dare I hope that with the second I'll have a chance to have time with grandbabies? Sandra