At the very moment when I was signing the paperwork to receive James' new heart, while I shuddered under the load of all the horrifying medical reports of what might go wrong during the surgery, as I held James on my lap and scratched my signature across dozens of release forms, at that moment another mother was bearing a load far heavier than mine. While I waited for James' surgery to begin, another mom at another hospital was also signing forms - but these were permission forms for her daughter's organs to be harvested for transplantation. I would later discover, she was enduring the far more difficult day. She was losing her precious child. My child was gaining life.
Perspective is everything sometimes.