This weekend wishes did indeed come true here, thanks to the musical talents of Scott Grimes (ER, American Dad!), Bob Guiney, and musician Jay Gore as they rocked out to honor one little boy's powerful legacy of compassion.
There are so many integral moments that transpired between retreating to the locker room and being on that ER bed behind a closed curtain with people frantically trying to save my life. I think back on that night all the time.
I had my surgery. They put a metal box in my chest the size of a deck of cards. I was lying in the recovery room, numb. Not upset, not anxious, not thinking about what I was doing that weekend. I was just numb and alone.
Even once purpose is found, there is always a greater purpose unfolding. The picture never truly clear until our last leaf has fallen. We are born to always be growing, learning, unveiling answers. Not just for ourselves but for others.
I have gone from less than 5 percent heart function almost 12 years ago to normal heart function today. I am living well after being told I had 4.5-5 years to live. Please listen to your body and find a doctor that will listen. Going to the ER that day saved my life.
The doctors told me it wouldn't happen again -- that it was highly unlikely. I trusted them because I wanted to believe it to be true. Yet it did happen again. A year and a half after my first son died, I lost my second son to cardiomyopathy, a rare and incurable heart disease.