5 months ago I was sitting in a waiting room waiting for someone to come out and tell me if they got the go on the heart.
5 months ago Patrick got his new, healthy heart. For the first time in 36 years he had a normal heart. Normal blood flow.
That was supposed to be the beginning of a new life for us. He was supposed to be able to do things others took for granted. Like walking from the couch to the bathroom without gasping for air.
Patrick lived 35 days with his new heart. He was awake and happy for 12 of them.
Not a day goes by that I don't think about his donor or their family. I thank them every day for the little time they gave me with Patrick. To Patrick, having a normal healthy heart was the best thing that could ever happen to him.
I wanted many many more years. My heart is broken into a million pieces. Not just for me and my kids, but for the donor's family. They lost their loved one and made a selfless choice to donate their organs, only to lose his heart again.