|Photo: Michael Ventura|
Two people lay dying—one, a young woman from North Potomac; the other, a champion boxer from Chicago. The death of one would be the salvation of the other.
It was late November 2009 when Meghan Kingsley of North Potomac realized that she was dying.
She and her boyfriend of eight months, Kevin Murphy, had gone to Holden Beach, N.C., for the weekend so she could recuperate from a liver problem caused by a clinical drug trial.
But once there, she’d become so weak she could hardly stand. By the time she and Murphy rushed home, she was struggling to breathe.
She was transferred from Shady Grove Adventist Hospital in Potomac to Johns Hopkins Hospital in Baltimore and put on an IV with the hope that her liver would recover. Instead, her lungs began to fill with fluid. She lost control of bodily functions and began to show signs of dementia—an indication that she was experiencing organ failure.
Though her situation was clearly dire, “I don’t think I or anybody in her family knew exactly how sick she was,” recalls Kevin, 31, a Rockville resident and corporate manager for The Palm restaurant in Washington, D.C. “But later we found out that she only had 48 hours to live.”