The truth is, I'm not pumped up. I'm angry. As much as I love the heart family that has been my life raft for the past three years, I really wish I was still ignorant. I wish I was one of those people that muttered to myself when seeing a million social media posts, "what the hell is a CHD?" I wish I didn't feel guilty and brought to tears feeling as though bearing these feelings will do a disservice to my heart sisters. But I can't help it.
I hate the fact that nearly every single day, for the rest of my life, I'll cross paths with a mother who will watch their child die, watch their child suffer. Even I, the most strong-willed and stubborn woman, can only endure so much.
As much as I'd like to retreat from this world. I cannot. I have a duty to warn. A duty to educate. A duty to empower. It is my calling.
So, even though I hate you Congenital Heart Defects, with every ounce of my being... I will give you my fullest intention this week, February 7th -14th, so that someday, a mother can look back on this blog and say, "Oh my God, I cannot believe children were dying on a daily basis from heart defects. Thank God medicine has evolved since 2012 and we don't have to live in that fear."
|Zoe Madison, living with half a heart.|