A few months later, they brought me in for more testing and told me that my heart was not as strong as they thought it was and that I would need to keep the LVAD longer. Then finally in the fall of 2010, I was the first person to be able to get my heart pump removed to my recovered heart.
Although it's been 6 years, there is not a day that goes by that I am not grateful for the days I have now with my family and friends. And in the last 6 years, we have adopted our son and are fostering another. Each night as I rock the baby to sleep, I give thanks to God for the blessing of the day and for allowing me to serve Him by serving our boys. But when morning comes (always too early) and I have to drag my exhausted body out of bed (my heart is still only functioning at half of a normal one) it takes me a few minutes to remind myself that even though life can be hard, it is a true blessing. Not all of us will go to the brink of a heart transplant, but many of us have gotten to that point in life where it seems so much to handle. It is in those times that I find it so important for me to remember all of the blessings and amazing things God has done for me and remember that it is a new day. And I want to live each day as if it were my last and in a way that will make God proud. I have failed many times, but it is in the trying that I know it is important to remember that each day starts fresh.
Can any of you relate with wanting to start over each day and do a little better than the day before? I am so blessed that I have a new day to love, laugh and live.