It started with a twinge in my back.
It was 2006 and I was working in a truck at the time, so I thought I pulled a muscle in my back. The pain was dull but it was just annoying enough that I decided to go to the hospital. Little did I know that the twinge I’d been feeling was actually a heart attack.
That’s how my transplant journey started. Three years and countless tests, doctors and medications later, my cardiologist gave me the news that I would need a new heart—that mine was failing. “We are going to put you on the transplant list,” she said. “It’s only going to get worse.”