There have been a lot of reports in the news these days talking about heroes. Whether it’s a sports hero who has fallen from grace or the countless people who are giving up their time and resources to help the devastation in Haiti.
I am going to talk about a different type of hero today, one that requires a huge amount of bravery, and luckily for her, not the ability to swing a bat or golf club.
On September 29th our lives changed forever. I know it sounds dramatic, but I don’t know how else to say it. My baby sister just nine days after giving birth, suffered complications that resulted in a major heart attack. The medical staff worked on her tirelessly and through the miracle of modern medicine, and a whole lot of prayer, she survived. I won’t go into detail of the countless “life or death” surgeries and procedures the doctors performed on her but we counted each one a victory, and learned way more about the human heart than we ever thought necessary.
When my sister finally woke up from the sedation, she had to face some tough facts:
1. Her left ventricle was barely functioning
2. She was attached to a machine that acted as her heart
3. She needed a heart transplant.
Those are pretty tough facts for anyone to face, and I’m proud of how well she has managed it. With help from the medical professionals, the doctors, nurses, therapists and her totally awesome, devoted husband, she has managed to get to a point where the heart transplant is the next step on her path to recovery.
I am proud of my sister, she has worked very hard to get to this point. I am grateful for the knowledgeable staff at USC University Hospital. I am thankful for the family and friends that have stepped up and have gone above and beyond to help get her to this point. I am humbled by the answer to my prayers up to this point, this has truly been a miracle and I am aware and thankful everyday. I am awed by my sisters strength as she continues to face each new hurdle and obstacle that has come her way with a grace that makes me sit back in wonder.
If there has been any good to come from this situation, I would say it has been the change in me. I hug my children a little tighter, I say “I love you” more often, and I try to embrace life and hold those things I love dear a little longer.
My sister is my hero and I’m very proud of her.
Writing on the Sidewalk