Sleeping in a semi-sitting position, many hospital stays and clinic visits, living because of an at-home IV medicine and then later by a life support machine, living because of technology-- It was all eye opening for me. Not only because I wondered why I was going through this, but shocked when I came to the realization that I would be dead without advancements in medicine and machinery. A machine was pumping my blood for me. My heart did not have to do much anymore because this life support device was acting as my most vital organ. I lived on this for two weeks when I received the best news of my life. Just days before, the doctors told me I had only a few more days left on the machine. I had to receive a donor heart by Monday. Saturday night came and my doctor arrived with a huge smile on his face. “Megan we have a heart for you if you would like to accept it”. I will never forget it. Signing the paper was giving me new life. My doctor was offering me a bright beginning…a new life. Why wouldn’t I sign up for it?
I received my heart on Sunday, April 18th, just one day before “Monday”.
Experiencing all these things is way different than looking back on them now. Just hours before we heard the news of my new heart, my parents were told, “She is too sick to receive a transplant.” I had developed pneumonia. After all this waiting…after believing…after trusting in Him…after having a good attitude about everything. Too sick to receive a new heart? Why did He wait so long? Why me? Why?
Because I was so sick I did not know this horrible ‘death statement’. However, I am sure all those thoughts would have been running through my head. Before ‘the news’ came I remember being so weak I could not talk anymore. I had a large breathing mask on my face and I wrote notes to my family so I could communicate. There were many other things that happened on this frightful day: fights with the enemy, severe blood loss, my family looking at me with those ‘goodbye’ eyes... My family, strangers and friends didn’t think I was going to make it. God came through. My white blood cell count improved. My temp went away. I was getting better. I was getting better just hours after they told me I could NOT receive a heart if it came. Was this God? I believe so.
I will never forget the embrace of my doctor after he told me a heart was available. It felt much like the embrace of Jesus. They were strong arms of comfort and life wrapped around my shoulders.
My doctor offered me life, a new beginning. He gave me the choice of accepting or rejecting this offer. I want to live. I chose life. Jesus has offered us life. He wants to give us a spiritual heart transplant. The pain is great and the road is hard just like a physical heart transplant, but the benefits are even greater. Why wouldn’t you sign up for it?