A stranger saved my life – then I learnt we shared something
The transplant was my only chance of survival
‘The first year will be the decider,’ the consultant said.
Author: Kirston Clulow
The transplant was my only chance of survival
‘The first year will be the decider,’ the consultant said.
My daughter Eleanor Rose, then 7, stared at the screen and gasped. ‘Is that my heart?’ she said, wide-eyed. ‘Yes, and can you hear that?’ asked the doctor, turning on the speaker. Eleanor’s heart beat filled the room. ‘Wow,’ she beamed. It was summer 2011 and I’d taken her to The James Cook Hospital in Middlesbrough for her annual heart check-up, along with her brother George, then 4. Tests had confirmed all was well. It was a huge relief, as I’d been born with a serious heart condition, hypertr...