My name is Laura and when I was thirteen, I almost died, and no one knows why. My heart stopped working. They called it an idiopathic cardiomyopathy. Idiopathic is doctor for “we don’t know”. Cardiomyopathy means my heart grew a few sizes too big. Apparently, only the Grinch can survive something like that. So how am I still here? That’s what I’d like to tell you about.
About 5 months after my heart stopped working, I got a new heart. With that heart my whole life changed. I like to say that I’m completely different and exactly the same. Both are true. Everything in my life is completely different, but I am exactly the same. I’m the same person who survived. I am the same person who kept fighting. I am the same person who never lost hope. Sometimes I forget that. I forget that I didn’t disappear along with the heart I was born with. That’s why I’m writing this blog.
I had the heart transplant in my first year of high school. What a time for a life altering event right? I was pretty lost. I went from the top of my class to the bottom. I didn’t know who I was anymore. I felt like a loser which was reinforced by my new terrible grades. I’ve had an identity crisis, I’ve been depressed, hated my scars, loved my scars, been scared, been fearless, been dark, sarcastic, sometimes mean, angry, positive, loving, endlessly hopeful, felt a little nuts sometimes, but I have never ever given up and never will. Being alive is the hardest and the best thing we will ever get to do and it’s even better when we do it together. So, keep reading, and let’s do this together.