spent 35 years believing my mother chose a better life over me. Then the heart that saved my life came with a letter that left more questions than answers.
When I woke after the transplant, the first thing I did was look for my husband.
He was sitting beside the bed, one hand wrapped around mine and the other resting on our daughter’s shoulder. She looked terrified, though she tried to smile when she saw my eyes open.
I could barely breathe.
At thirty-five, I had never imagined I would be lying in a hospital bed.
Until a few months earlier, I had been healthy. Then suddenly I could barely breathe. Tests followed, then more tests, and finally the sentence that turned my life upside down.
I needed a heart transplant.
I would be lying.
