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I had always wanted to see the Alps, but in the last few months of 1997, it wasn’t looking very promising.
From the time I was diagnosed with heart disease and throughout my deterioration that lead to my need for a new heart, I somehow forgot about the person that I had been. I became accustomed to, but not accepting of, the fact that I no longer had the energy to be the person that I wanted to be and do the things that I had loved to do. Time was sadly running out.
Three months after my surgery, my doctor told me that there were no limitations, that I should just live my life. There was some initial hesitation, but that soon faded and I suddenly found me again. I am doing everything that I possibly can, often running out of hours in the day. The best part being that time is not running out; I can start all over tomorrow.
Eight years later, I’m still amazed at how every year gets better and how my heart transplant never ceases to surpass every expectation that I had. In September 2004, my husband Joel and I visited Innsbruck, Austria, surrounded by the Alps. Life doesn’t get any better than this.
Transplantation gave me hope and the determination to go on…
I wrote your name in the sand,
but the waves washed it away.
I carved your name on a tree,
but the bark was stripped away.
I etched your name in marble,
but the stone broke away.
I hold your memory close to my heart,
and time will keep it that way.
♥ In memory of my donor ♥