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First off I want to thank all my supporters who have followed my blog since the beginning.  This past year has been amazing and I wouldn't trade it for anything. You guys have a large reason why I keep on keeping on. If I fall, I get right back up and try a little harder. You have impacted my life in some many ways. Thank you.

Since I cut open my hand, my week began a slightly painful and ended with huge smiles.
Last week on Monday I got all my blood work done and it came back good. 1 done, 2 more to go.
This week on Monday, my mom and I went to the clinic and had to run to one test to the next. The first test was my echocardiogram, then I had an EKG to check my heart rhythm, clinic visit with the doctor, next dexiscan a bone scan to see if predisone a steroid "chubby face drug" has affected my bones, and lastly a chest x-ray. Long day, yes sir-ry.

Tuesday, my right heart cath and angiogram to check my arteries around my heart to make sure there is no cardiac allograft vasculopathy (CAV). CAV is a major factor the limits long-term survival after cardiac transplantation and is an accelerated form of coronary artery disease. After they went up my femoral artery I couldn't move my leg for 2 hours. Much short time then last time because I got a closure device. The nurse took for a walk and one of my doctors came in. They gave me great news. They said my heart is amazing. All my tests came back with no worries. They took me off fosamax which help my bones when I was on predisone, decreased my pepcid to once a day for my belly because now I am on a much smaller amount of pill so that means not a lot of acid=happy belly and now I am off my bactrium which helped me fight on bacteria. WHOOT! Whoooot!!

I am so very thankful for this past year that I have been able to enjoy without my donor's hearts I probably wouldn't be here to embrace all this world has to offer. Very blessed that I only got sick once and I was able to gain my strengthen and endurance back to be able to do many things that I love to do. It amazes me every single time I go running because I can keep on going and going, to push myself to the next level. To be able to feel my own heartbeat during my workouts is incredible. My husband thinks I am nuts, but I absolutely love it all. I wasn't able to do all of this prior to my generous donor's who gave me the gift of life. Not one, but two.  My heart is so full and heavy all the time when I start thinking about it or whenever I tell someone my story.

As I was watching the LDS conferences this weekend and listened to work which were spoken. The things that were shared touched my heart and made me even more baby hungry. As the speakers were talking about family counseling, how fathers should strive for better, and about family in general my heart was heavy and warm as they spoke. Since my doctors said everything is good. I am going to get an appointment with a high risk OBGYN, not to have my own babies. To see about if I could have my eggs harvested or not. As Elder Holland said at the end of the conference no one whats tomorrow to come after what we have felt today, but God loves each and every one of his children. Even if we fall, He will be there to help us up.




Our afternoon hikes are the bestest :)



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