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Another Chance at Life: A Heart Transplant Story

By Don P. | Featured Contributor


I had a heart transplant in 2007. But I suppose I can’t really explain what my rebirth has been like until I told you what my “old” life was like to some degree. 

Therefore, here is my story…

Life Before the Heart Transplant

I was a very hard working, classic A-type personality that always was in control, always had a hundred things going on at once. I was a manager for a large industrial company, college educated, ex-military, and quietly dominating.

I was almost always in good health. Tall, not overweight, but with a family history of heart disease. I used to smoke and had a bad diet. I’ve always been a person who was in life for the long haul. My marriage and career were both going on over 35 years and many of my friendships have lasted a lifetime. I’ve always had my friends’ backs, and it turned out that they had mine as well.

I could take control of most situations without batting an eye, without raising my voice or even breaking a sweat. I thrived in pressure situations and had very little patience with ignorant people. I could be very politically-minded at times. I had a wife, a son, a daughter-in law, and two grandchildren.

But then it happened.

Between Life and Death

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Multiple massive heart attacks. One triple bypass. Approximately fifty “Code Blues” where I died and was resuscitated.

And then a blur of events.

I was whisked inside, flooded with diagnostic tests and questions: what happened, when, my family history…I can remember this questioning as almost an interrogation, a constant stream of people, all asking the same thing, hoping (in my mind) that I would give the wrong answer and it would be used against me.

Since this hospital was in a larger inner city area, I could hear some random outside noises as well, such as the homeless trumpeter outside playing the blues. I remember random things, such as “clock watching”—I knew it would take “X” amount of time for my family to drive from hospital “A” to hospital “B”, but where were they? Why aren’t they here? Soon they did arrive, but I had no idea how soon or how long it had been, since I had ”coded” a few times in the interim.

A Dwindling Heart

At that point, those were the last conscious memories I had. Everything else that happened was told to me by someone else afterwards.

For the next five days, I went into cardiac arrest another fifty-plus times (but who’s counting?). They tried all kinds of high tech, cutting edge treatments, surgeries, and drugs on my heart to get it to function like it should. But my exacting combination of bad genetics, work stress, diet, smoking were too much to be overcome with the technology that was available.

As the week continued to unfold, the doctors apparently made some random, almost off-the-cuff remarks that included the word “transplant.” At least, that was how my family remembered it. I also know that in times of very high stress, our selective hearing loss is very high. We don’t comprehend all that is being said.

At some point, the doctors sat down with my family members and said, “He’s extremely critical, and we need to consider a transplant.”

A Heart Transplant, a New Life

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Eventually, my name was placed on the national transplant list (or was it placed on God’s list?). Soon after this discussion, my condition became even more dire and another meeting with the family was held. My condition had worsened to the point where the doctors needed to now discuss with my family members the need of an artificial heart—immediately.

It was a dark hour for my family. I did not have to be told how various family members reacted, or even looked. I can still see them, even now, months after all of this transpired. Another mountain of papers had to be signed to allow for the artificial heart installation/surgery.

As the family still wept for me, God intervened. Within two hours of signing the surgery consent for the artificial heart, the family was again called back in. But this time, the news was different: they had found a heart.

A miracle had happened. One doesn’t normally, if ever, find a match that quickly. It was a true miracle. What transpired over the next couple of hours were a blur to family members, but these were the last couple hours of my “old” life. The transplant team was already on a jet to parts unknown.

It was time to be reborn.

All that had occurred in 2007.

And now here I am….thirteen years later.

The Pain of Regrets

I was recently asked by a friend, “Does it hurt to die?”

While for me, the simple answer is “no, there was no physical pain,” the true answer to the question touches at something much deeper. Things that end up hurting are not the pain that is physical, but those that are unseen.

The thoughts that were never spoken to another…those simple things where we didn’t tell someone we loved, that simple little phrase, “I love you.” Or called that long lost friend one last time, looked up an old relative in a nursing home to brighten their day, simply said “thank you” to someone that did something as simple as hold a door open for you…all of those thoughts that we have that we don’t act on. All of those times we have to tell people nice things, but don’t. To die without my loved ones knowing how much I love them…and their love for me…

That is the real pain.

Treasuring Each Day

Then there’s the other question: After all this, am I still afraid to die?

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The honest answer is: maybe a little….but not nearly as much as before my heart attack and subsequent heart transplant. I now am very conscious of telling people the nice things. If I love them, I tell them. If someone has done something nice for me, I thank them, and I appreciate them. It might even be a stranger, but I always try to express gratitude–openly and honestly. I watch my words in an effort to try to not to hurt anyone. And I try to reach out to old friends, if I can find them.

Life is too short for battles. The love we have for other people is buried in most cases; I saw this in the amount of people that came forward when I was very sick. This love was overwhelming.

Now, I try to pay it back…this love that was given to me.

Author Bio
Author Bio

Don is a heart transplant recipient and who currently resides in Ohio. His inspirational blog, My 2nd Heartbeat, details his amazing health journey. Now retired, he worked in management for over 38 years for a large industrial company. For the past 12 years, Don has been volunteering with the Heart Transplant Team at the Cleveland Clinic.


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10 replies »

  1. What an inspiration! I am glad you got a new lease of life! My one regret seeing my Mum’s lifeless body in the morgue was ‘I love you mummy” I felt that I didn’t say or let her know enough and was heartbroken! Even though she spent 6 months with me before her passing, I felt I didn’t say I love her enough! I am learning to show and say how I feel more now to avoid a guilty conscience or regrets in the future!

  2. Having been a nurse for 26 years. A couple years I did in renal transplant. 14 years in hospice. Plus my family history is filled with heart disease. I personally know two people that one was on the receiving side of a liver transplant and a mom/ friend whose 15 year old son was a multiple organs transplant donor.
    All that combined does not convey as you just did sharing your testimony! I really appreciate every word you shared!! This is the most beautiful love filled story of a life meant to be lived and shared. Many blessings to you Don.

    • What an amazing story, and a well-written article! I didn’t realize you lived in Ohio, so do I.
      My Gramps had a heart transplant back in 2000, he was also on his death bed. I remember the story of the man who died and saved my Gramps’s life by being an organ donor, but I never knew his name. I always wished I did so I could thank the man’s family!
      Gramps also had his transplant at Cleveland Clinic, and my Grammy was treated for breast cancer there. They are amazing!

      • Thank you for your kind comments. I’m betting your Gramps and I have crossed paths @ CC. I started volunteering there in 2008 and have met tons of other recipients. All the volunteers were “laid off” when Covid started last March, but I can’t wait to go back as soon as it’s permissible. Agreed, we all LOVE our donors and their families.(If you’d like, you can email me My2ndHeartBeat@gmail.com ) <3 <3

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