While on the way to the operating room for my actual transplant. . . the
anesthesiologists had to give me four times the amount of regular medications
to knock me out cause my body literally kept rejecting it. So there I was
being rushed to the operating room, awake and aware, but sooo on drugs saying
'Umm Mom, tell them to stop, I am not ready. Let's take the next heart okay?
Please?' I was also awake while they were strapping me to this really cold,
metal operating table. I wanted to call my mom. So there my family was all
sad and everythign wating for the first bout of news and RING RING, my sister
picked it up and was like. . . 'umm, Mom? It's Milo.'
I remember her voice sounded really unstaedy like she had been crying, though
I remember at the time not knowing why. She told me to think of someplace
relaxing and comfortable and to take myself there. Then she said she had to
go and I remember feeling a sence of panic and I started to cry, then almost
instanly fell asleep. I fell asleep before I even handed the phone back to
During my transplant my Gramma kept sending e-mails every 10 minutes or so to
my (huge) group of family and friends:
The life support machine is safley out and the helicopter has just arrived
with the heart.
More later. . .
At the moment they are removing his old heart and prepairing the new one for
transplant. So far so good
The New heart is in place and has started beating steadily!
I woke up about 14 hours after my transplant and was like 'When are they
going to do the surgery?' :)
Alot of my family members have told me that they got to see/hear the actual
helicopter that my heart came in on. My dad got from San Francisco to
Stnford Med center in like 20 minutes. . . and stopped just in time to see it
fly over and land on the roof.
More later. . .