I could be dead right now. What pumps my blood throughout my body was going to fail me. When I was three, I got lucky, and my doctor heard a weird little noise through his stethoscope. Four years later, I had heart surgery – with a 98% chance of surviving. I was only seven, and my medical care had already cost $61,000. In this podcast, I talked to my parents and sister about their memories of what we had to do to fix my heart.
This story was originally published on The Quaker Quill on September 17, 2023.
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