change of heart

I am happy to report that my mother is the recipient of a new heart, her third one.
She is hurting, buried down by numerous IV lines, tubes coming out of her lungs and chest, but above all she is alive, and she is looking pink.

She is proof that miracles do happen, not just once but twice. I thought that getting a second chance at life was an incredible thing, but getting a third one, is something that I cannot begin to explain to you...it is big, so big that it makes me and my family forever grateful to all the medical staff (miracle workers), but above all to the donor families who in their grief and sorrow find the humanity and courage to donate the organs of their loved to strangers like my mom so that they can continue to live. They deliver the biggest gift of all, the precious gift of life.

As my family celebrates this third chance at life for my mom, another family mourns the death of a loved one. So I light two candles, one for my mom and the new heart beating in her chest, and one for the two angels who are no longer in life. The heart of a 16 year old girl lived on in my mom's chest for seven years allowing her to live thru many happy moments, a new heart is currently beating in her chest.

I love my mom.

When I am not with her I cry my eyes out so that when I visit her I have no more tears to shed. It would make her too sad to see pain in my eyes. When I am not with her I scream and beg God not to take her away from me, I plead with him to take away everything that I posses just not her, I ask him to allow her to live so that when the time comes she will be there to see my kids grow up. During such a time I have come to realise how much my loved ones mean to me, and how worthless everything else is in life.

Treasures of my life!