The time of year has come again. I’m writing this post on August 3rd, and as I think back to this day four years ago, my husband was on life support. He was waiting for a donor heart to become available. If he didn’t get a heart within the week, he would die. He got one on August 6th, and had his transplant that night.
I remember how time stood still for me that week. When your husband is about to have a heart transplant, statistics become very important to you. I would read the survival rates for heart transplant patients after one year of transplant and then after two years, after five years, ten years, and so on. But I thought to myself that I couldn’t even imagine October coming much less a year – or more.
And now here we are – four years later.
