To have or not to have a heart
I read a really interesting article this week about a girl who survived over 100 days without a heart.
http://abcnews.go.com/Health/HeartHealth/wireStory?id=6292593
I wondered how she felt each day that she lay waiting on a heart. Was she discouraged because she was in the hospital, or did she celebrate the little things in life every day? Does this make you a better person?
At times I sit and weep for the things that I missed out on, but in the grand scheme of things how important are they when I can walk around with my heart? I can see with my eyes (a little assistance from glasses), write with my own hands, and express myself with my own voice. Is that enough? I’m not sure, but today I dare not complain about the things in life I don’t have I will just be grateful for the things in life that I do have.
On the flip side I also read about another courageous girl this week – a thirteen year old who refuses to have a heart transplant.
The girl decided that she was tired of going through treatments and pain for one thing after another and not knowing if she was going to be alright after the transplant. Her family was in financial purgatory because for medical bills. I’m not sure how her parents let her make such a heart wrenching decision at thirteen, but it brought a tear or two to my eyes.
As a parent I don’t think I could have lived with that decision from my child, because seeing my child even one more day would be worth it too me. But maybe I’m being selfish as a parent – maybe the thirteen year old knows something about life that I don’t know. Maybe she knows she’s not going to die even a second before it’s her time; maybe she knows that the older you get the less innocent your life becomes, or some other great mystery. Who knows.
But like I said today I will just be grateful for medical miracles, family, and time. I dare not complain about anything.

