It was a Monday morning, April 4, 1994, that I got the call. I had already been on the waiting list for a heart transplant for over two years.
My heart troubles began on March 31, 1992 after I put in a hard days work and I felt extremely tired. I was 52 at the time. I thought to myself, I shouldn't be this tired. I just couldn't get any air. So I went to the doctors office. They couldn't believe my heart was still going. They could only tell me that I had a virus in my heart. My only option was a heart transplant.
In this area no one had ever really heard of a transplant at this time, ironically now I know of three other transplant survivors living in Day county.
After being placed on the transplant list, I was told it would be at least six months before I could even receive a new heart. That was the scariest time of my life! I didn't even know if I would live that six months let alone the two years it took to find my heart.
As I waited, I couldn't do much of anything. I couldn't breathe. So I prayed a lot, wrote notes to people, and watched a little TV, but after about a week I was bored of it. My mind was still perfect, but my body wouldn't let me do anything. So I learned how to crochet dollies and afghans to sell for some sort of income while I couldn't work.
As I look back on that two years, I see them as a blessing. In those two years they made advancements in medical technology that are allowing transplant recipients to live longer.
I remember the day I was moved to the top of the waiting list, it was March 15th. At 7:30 the morning of April 4th I received the call. The person on the other end of the phone asked me "Do you want a new heart?" I answered "YES!"
I was flown to a hospital in Minnesota- while on the jet they prepped me for surgery. Within two hours I was at the hospital. My surgery lasted about 12 hours. After I woke up they made me perform a puzzle to stimulate my mind. Since my surgery I have to take numerous medications to keep my body from rejecting the new heart.
It has been a blessed 20 years and I am proud to be telling my story still today.
Remember to be a donor, there is always something they can use to help save another persons life!
Lorinda Towe April 2014