At the end of every year, my family sends holiday cards with updates on our news, pictures of vacations, and the latest on my health. Eleven years ago, when I was four, I got a new heart.
Ever since, we’ve also sent a card to my donor family. We’ve always addressed it care of the hospital where the transplant took place—you’re not allowed to know anything about the family unless they give permission or contact you. They never replied. Then in 2008, I attended the U.S. Transplant Games in Pittsburgh. The event is an Olympics-style competition for living donors, donor families, and transplant recipients. I was a member of Team Maryland, running in the 5K race.