I had end-stage heart failure. When a donor heart appeared, my husband stole my only chance to live to save the first love he could never forget. As I broke down in tears, the old woman in my ward said, “Child, I’ll find you another heart. Be my heir!”
Chapter 1: The Stolen Pulse The suffocating aroma of sterile ammonia and impending death coated the back of my throat, making every shallow breath a Herculean effort. My attending physician, Dr. …
I had end-stage heart failure. When a donor heart appeared, my husband stole my only chance to live to save the first love he could never forget. As I broke down in tears, the old woman in my ward said, “Child, I’ll find you another heart. Be my heir!” Read More