These days, I spend the Christmas season reflecting upon blessings rather than focusing on the many worries of life. I am often mesmerized by the twinkling of various light displays and eagerly anticipate the first snowfall of the season. My mind is captivated by the beauty of each tiny, carefully designed, snowflake as it cascades through the glare of a street light. I take time to experience and bask in the glow and warmth of the Christmas tree and find myself fascinated by the lights as they flicker on and off, in silence.
Yes, Virginia, miracles still happen and my daughter is living
proof of that. In June 1995, my daughter’s vision was attacked by a rare virus,
causing clouding of the cornea which resulted in blindness. Barely, three years
old, she was referred to Washington University’s Children’s Hospital in St.
Louis, MO. At the time, we were told that the only chance to save her vision
would be a cornea transplant and our hope was that she would be able to tell a
cat from a dog.
August 24, 1996, a donor was identified. Her donor was only 18 years old, yet he and
his family demonstrated the ultimate act of love; giving everything he had to
someone he had never met so that others might have life or an enhanced life. How can one ever adequately say thank you for
such a sacrifice?
As a mom, I was devastated to learn that my daughter would have
to endure this. Yet, in the midst of heartbreak and trial, I quickly learned
how fortunate we were. Our daughter’s transplant was not considered life threatening as were some of the transplants children were receiving that day.
As several other anxious parents filled the waiting area for news about their
little ones; the effects of stress were evident.
The wait seemed like an eternity and thankfully everything went
great; however, I was not prepared to see my baby girl in recovery. There she
was, so tiny, so fragile, her eye covered with a patch and her arms placed
inside braces to prevent her from touching her eye. In addition, IV’s, monitors
and other equipment was hooked up to her. We recognized that the long road to
recovery was about to begin.
Looking back, a lot of things about that time seem to be
blurred; that said, I do know that my prayers were answered. My baby girl,
Sarah can see! She plays with dolls, loves music, reads her books and fights
with her big brother. Sarah and I now spend much of our time as advocates for
organ and tissue donation. It is humbling to realize that as a registered
donor, you become a miracle waiting to happen.
Christmas is a time when Christians, like me, celebrate the
birth of a miracle more than 2000 years ago. The birth of Jesus Christ paved
the way for miracles that do still happen today. Do you HAVE to believe in
miracles….no, you most certainly do not. Do I believe in miracles….you bet I
do! Faith is defined as believing
without seeing; yet in this particular case I guess one could surmise that, Seeing IS the result of Faith Believed!
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Note: 2011-Sarah is 19 and a Music Performance Major in college. She is
currently celebrating her 16th year as
a cornea recipient, is an outstanding flute player, an avid reader, transposes
music, loves to write and drives a car. For information about becoming an organ
and tissue donor visit: donatelife.net.
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