Many of us did die from IPF but because of two incredibly loving families our mother was spared the loss of two more children. Without these transplants, our life expectancies were no more than three to four months.
Thank you to all the people that made me enjoy life again, especially my unknown 20-year-old donor.
I waited in hospital three months and received my heart transplant from a young boy named Matthew. His mother chose to give the gift of life to myself and many others. July 6, 1996 is my rebirth-day.
This journey has been a rollercoaster of emotional highs and lows, and plenty of ups and downs. I am forever grateful to the donor family that selflessly gave my baby girl the gift of life.