Over 200 people are gathering in Washington DC tomorrow to promote the Congential Heart Futures Act. Steve, my co-blogger, will be there, keeping us filled in on the progress, providing some interviews and promoting the cause. I'm disappointed that due to last-minute circumstances I can't make it!Here at the CHD Blog, we frequently receive stories and poems, some of which we post. There are a lot of heart warriors out there, and, in my mind, it's a wonderful thing. Lately we've received a few emails from a Heart Dad in Kentucky, one of which we posted. Recently he sent a poem to share with our readers. After consulting with my co-editor, we felt it was well worth posting, and hope you will agree, even if you come from a different religious background!
My Life Yet To Come
by David Moore
My days were numbered from the very start
I fought for every breath due to my heart
My PDA closing I started to gasp
Just trying to breathe became such a task
The medicines they worked for a couple of days
But my heart still beating like I was running a race
It was beating so fast it was wearing me out
My heart was failing there was not doubt
My parents were worried, distressed, and confused
The tears now flowing due to the news
Tomorrows the day I go under the knife
I'm not even two weeks and fighting for my life
My lactic's were climbing and my function so poor
I had not the energy to play on the floor
I'm feeling so weak I just want to sleep
Something my mom is watching is starting to beep
I can hear them talking but just don't understand
I am still comforted by the warmth of her hand
The tone in her voice as she started to speak
Something about Jesus and my soul to keep
I have my eyes closed but I still see a light
I'm am very little but I know something's not right
I hear my mom cry as I took my last breath
But I am to young fear this thing they call death
The first thing I saw when I reached towards the glow
Was the figure of a man that for some reason, I know
He wrapped me in his arms and I felt so safe
I reached up to him and I touched his warm face
He spoke so softly and as not to startle me so
He told me he loved me and was letting me go
He told me a story of my life yet to come
That one day my living would be witness to some
I don't know why and I still can't explain
But I opened my eyes when I felt a sharp pain
I took a deep breath and I started to cry
I looked up to see mom with a tear in her eye
Still hooked to wires and lying in bed
For some reason I'm stronger and wanting to be fed
My parents don't know it but I saw God that day
He gave me more time to frolic and play
God has his reasons that some live and some die
What some parents have to endure leaves a question. Why?
I know it's not fair but I don't question the choice
I am a witness for him and I still have a voice
My heart isn't normal but it's perfect you see
Because without it there's no story, no poem about me
I'm one of Gods miracles a testament to his grace
I was only a week old but I got to touch his face.
David, like many of us, saw a need and void in the CHD community, so created a network, kentuckianalefthearts.com.
Within the heart community there is a lot of talk - how many groups are too many? Aren't our efforts too diluted already? Yes, we are diluted, and we need to unite. But are there too many groups? My answer, though many will not agree, is that different people need different levels of support, wish to be active in different ways, and have different overall goals. We all have one thing in common though - we all are, or love, someone with a heart defect. We all strive to make a difference for others that have walked down the often scary and lonely path of CHD survival and loss. We find it in a diverse array of ways, but we are united in spirit and hope for cures, better support systems, increased research and greater awareness.
Share your group's information and services, and we'll be happy to post them here - the more we network, the greater impact we can make!
