My Son Survived Thanks to a Little Girl’s Heart. What Her Mother Gave Us Later Is Something I Will Never Forget.
The night my life changed forever, the hospital corridor smelled strongly of antiseptic and quiet despair. My eight year old son, Oliver, had been waiting almost a year for a heart transplant. The doctors called his condition congenital cardiomyopathy. His heart was simply too weak for the kind of life a child his age should…