I can’t tell you how many friends I have shared this information with and hope that you will too.

God Bless each of you,
Fred and Linda McCoy
Palmetto, Georgia

Jim Kane - My name is Jim Kane, I am 51 yrs. old and had a heart transplant on 11-16-1992 at MGH in Boston. My heart was destroyed by a virus in 1988 and I waited until 1992 for a heart. I give thanks everyday for my donor (David 16 yrs. old) and his family,whom I have met and become friends with. They donated their son's organ in order to give myself and others the Gift of Life. I also give thanks for my wonderful wife, who is my hero. I never returned to work after my transplant, because my job as a school police officer was very dangerous. But it enabled me to stay home and enjoy my 2 sons as they grew up Allowing me to coach them in baseball and see them thru middle school, high school, college and now graduate school. Thank God Everything has not been all roses. I have had minor rejections, large weight gains, colon cancer in 96, surgery for melanoma on my shoulder in 99, various aches and pains. But I wouldn't trade it for anything. In 2002 I decided I had to get back in shape and worked hard, lost 35 lbs (down to 242) and attended the US Transplant Games for the first time since 1994, I played in the basketball tourney (4th place), ten pin bowling and ran (walked,jogged ) the 5k organ donation race in 90 degree heat.(4th in my age category) I also ran 11 races, 3-5 miles from July-Nov. If I could do that anyone can if they put their mind to it. Any questions or comments E-mail me at jkane1992@hotmail.com. I plan on being around for 10 more years.

Michele--Pelzer, SC

My name is Michele (Stewart) Hood, and I am a kidney/pancreas transplant recipient as well as a member of a donor family. I was diagnosed at 20 months old with Juvenile Diabetes (or Type One diabetes) and was required to take daily insulin injections. Before I received my transplant I had been on up to 6 or 8 shots a day. My blood sugars ranged from 16 to over 700. In addition to coping with my blood sugar, I also fought high blood pressure, high cholesterol, pancreatitis, and vision loss.

During 1998 I had two eye surgeries to repair a detached retina and remove a cataract. Unfortunately, the doctors were unable to keep the retina attached, resulting in blindness in the left eye. I was put out on disability at the age of 26, due to failing kidneys, partial blindness, and other problems stemming from diabetes and high blood pressure. I was prepared for dialysis by having two surgeries to prepare an access, which I used only 5 times. I was also prepared for the need for a transplant. The doctors explained that it was best, if possible, to receive both a kidney as well as a pancreas with me having type 1 diabetes. I received the call on February 4, 2001, that I was to come to Charleston for a transplant. I had the transplant the next afternoon. It took me 4 months to regain my energy, and now I go as much as possible. I have a lot of time to make up for that I in a sense lost while I was sick. My husband never truly knew how much energy I really had, and my family tried to warn him that he had no idea what he was getting into. I try to keep going to help others that are/will be in need for a transplant, because so many did it for me.

I have been very blessed in my lifetime. After the transplant, I was able to get married to a wonderful man that helped me through the difficult times. We also bought a new car and house within a year of having the transplant. Our house is beside my husband's family. God placed us there for a reason. Bo's father passed away July 19, 2002, which was only 5 months after we moved in next door to them. He had a massive heart attack. He and my mother-in-law had discussed that they would agree to organ/tissue donation in the event of the other's death. He donated a tremendous amount to help so many now and in the future. If you ever had the chance to meet “Pop”, as I called him, you would know this was exactly what he would have wanted.

My hope is that I can at least change one life through what I do now. I have told my family that if this is not what god intended for me to do, then I am enjoying it along the way. I have had students come up to me and tell me that they had never thought about what a difference that the decision to be an organ/tissue donor could make, and that they appreciated me showing them/changing their minds or lives. comments like those have brought me to tears so many times. As I said, it is very rewarding and I enjoy it tremendously.

Don't forget to thank those that have helped you along your journey in life. most importantly be sure to thank  G od for the blessings that he has bestowed upon you. for they are as easily taken away as they are given.

David

Christmas Day 2002 was filled with some very mixed emotions. I love the Christmas season and the opportunity it gives to rejoice in Him who was rich but became poor to make me eternally rich! No change in circumstances can rob me of those riches; not even the dramatic changes the past year has brought to our lives. It was on Christmas Day 2001 that I last preached in Moira Baptist Church. I still find it difficult to take in, that life can change so suddenly but I bless God for everything He has done. Let me share some of the things I have missed in the past year but also how God is working in everything for good.

I miss Church

I miss Moira Baptist Church so much. For almost 7 years it was what I lived for; even in this past year it has been constantly upon my heart. Recently I have been able to attend services more regularly; usually one service each week. I was delighted to be able to go to the Carol Service. We were packed out; standing room only. I enjoy the days when I am strong enough to be able to greet everyone there. They are such good people and have been a wonderful support to us. I love to worship the Lord there. I miss the fellowship. Friends call but sometimes even too many visits are tiring.

So I often find myself in a cell or a desert or by a lonely brook. But just like Paul or Moses or Elijah, I have found that the Lord draws dear. In the secluded places His presence has been precious. He has taught me again the value of personal communion with Heaven.

Hanging in my office in the church is a picture of the walk to Emmaus; a reminder that even in our disappointments, the risen Lord Jesus comes personally to be with us. One wonderful thing to come out of a difficult year is the “heart-burning” experience of a closer walk with Him.

I miss Preaching

I miss being a preacher. After 33 years of preaching and teaching, it has been a most strange experience to be kept away from declaring the Word of the Lord. I miss all aspects of pastoral ministry. I believe that all my years of Christian service have been preparation for the role of a Pastor/teacher. Now the Lord has set me aside from that; I trust His purpose is to make me a better pastor.

But I thank the Lord that He has enabled me to continue a degree of ministry this year. I have been able to do a little visiting, but more often the visitation and counseling have been by telephone. Through the medium of email and my websites (www.moirabaptist.org and www.2hearts.org.uk ) the Lord has opened doors for me to many people at home and around the world. I have had responses from those who have found blessing through the meditations and messages. I have been able to take a more personal interest in God's work in the wider world and be a “ Pastor” to some of God's servants at home and abroad. One of those servants from overseas has graciously described me as “the Pastor of my heart.” It has been good to discover that God still wants to use me, even in “weakness”.

I miss College

I miss teaching in the Irish Baptist College. It has been an enormous privilege over the years to help prepare men and women for serving the Lord in Ireland and around the world.

This past year I became a student. I have had to go back to “college” to learn new lessons and revise some I thought I had mastered. I had hoped that I could have avoided one particular teacher – his class is the most unpopular in college; nobody chooses to be a student of his. It seems his classes are always the longest. I have seen some leave bitter and disturbed and some never moved out of that class. I am in his class now but I am not alone. My Friend has been with me every day. He has been through this class long before me and passed it without a single failure. I am learning things I could not have learned from any other teacher. The teacher's name is Suffering and my Friend is my Lord and Saviour Jesus Christ. What am I learning? – to walk by faith and not by sight.

I miss the Workshop

Here I am with more time on my hands than I have ever had in my life; time to do all those DIY projects in the house and the garden; time to enjoy landscape photography or wood-turning hobbies; time to take my grandchildren to all those places we never had time to visit.

But there is a limited landscape from our window. Once our garden was on the edge of the countryside but now is overlooked by new two-story homes. Limited energy restricts traveling: rarely do I travel further than Lurgan or Moira. And as for those practical projects! I just cannot attempt them. I am thankful to be able to use the computer and to do a little oil painting, but the garage remains locked, the lathe is silent and the projects wait for me to regain my health.

And yet I have found myself in a workshop – God's workshop. He is fashioning me for a purpose that He has in mind. I have felt the squeeze of the Potter's Hand; I have known the heat of the Refiner's fire; I have been shaken as the Sculptor has chipped away the bits in me that are not pleasing to Him. The process is ongoing and sometimes He gives me glimpses of what He wants me to be and assures me that “ He knows the way that I take; when He has tested me, I shall come forth as gold.” Job 23:10. God never produces “seconds” from His workshop, nor does He leave projects unfinished.

I miss Travel

We have never traveled on typical foreign holidays, preferring holidays in Ireland or Scotland. (Is Scotland foreign?) Very kind friends sent us to the Holy Land some years ago and our church paid for a holiday in Florida in '96. In our days with CEF, our work took us to quite a number of European countries. In more recent times, kind friends have taken us to minister in Romania, India and Nepal. Those trips have been highlights in our lives. If we were ever to travel abroad again, we knew the places we wanted to go.

But suddenly the door to such ministry opportunities has closed; some likely to be closed permanently because of the health risks even after transplant. I remember my first thought, as I listened to the doctor telling me the nature of my illness, was “ I can never go back to India”.

Whether I minister abroad again is in the Lord's hand but He has opened a door to the world for me. I am astounded at the opportunities He has given me to minister to hearts over the Internet and amazed at the international nature of my prayer support team. This message goes all over the world; I am prayed for regularly and faithfully in places as diverse as Australia, USA, Canada, Peru, Brazil, Switzerland, India, Pakistan, Nepal, Romania, Spain and France, in addition to every corner of the British Isles. I have found very supportive friends through the Web and have been able to minister to many who in turn need support. These all are people I would never have met or had time to help if I had been a busy Pastor. I would ask you to pray particularly for the ministry of the 2hearts website. I want to be used by the Lord to point others to the One who never fails.

I miss Children

I have left children to the last. (When have I ever done that?) Anyone who knows me, knows that children have a very special place in my heart. I have a host of little friends; first my grandchildren, Adam and Debbie, who are very special and whom we love to have with us. Then there are all those children in Moira Baptist; I have had the privilege of holding more that 50 new babies born to church folk over the past 8 years! I miss those times together in Sunday morning services when I used to be surrounded by a sea of little ones. We would sit together on the platform steps and talk about the Saviour. I miss those special services when the focus would be exclusively on teaching children.

Sometimes little children come to visit me and bring their Mummy with them. Recently I had very special visitors when my “little” friends Jed and Ethan arrived together. (Very premature babies who will always remain on my heart.) Some days when I get out to church I feel like the Pied Piper. Little ones want to hug me, give me sweets or present pictures that they have drawn of me or for me. I know that many of them pray for me every night. I was moved to tears when one nine year-old girl actually said I could have her heart! I know of street children, rescued from the sewers of Romania, who pray for my heart. I believe God is answering the prayers of children. As adults, we look on the challenges posed by transplant surgery but children simply ask God for a new heart for me, without all that hesitancy. One of the good things God has taught me, and used children to teach me, is the power of prayer; we have seen the most amazing answers to prayer this past year.

I never intended this message to be so long. In writing to you, I have discovered how much I missed last year but I have also discovered how much I have gained. Has this been a wasted year? Certainly not.

The year ahead may be an even more crucial one, but the grace that overflowed to us in 2002 will not dry up in 2003. We have buried some dreams this year and maybe there will be more dreams to bury, but the Lord knows my heart. I want only to live for Him. I can never again sing without sincerity “All for Jesus … all I am and have and ever hope to be”. And if, through my illness, I have helped one person this year to have a deeper faith in God, them it has been worthwhile.

Thank you for your love to Joanna and to me. The Lord will reward you. Hebrews 6:10

Love in Jesus
David

UPDATE 9-29-05

Dear friends,

Some of you have been reminding me that it is some time since I gave you an update. I thank you sincerely for your concern and for all your prayers since I last wrote.

There have been no major developments in my condition except that I continue to gain strength and confidence. I have had a really good summer, doing things I have been unable to do for years. We traveled to Ballycastle, to Bushmills and to Newcastle (for those of you not from Ireland, all are around an hour to an hour and a half from home and all by the sea) where dear friends loaned us their holiday accommodation. We had our grandchildren with us each time so there was plenty to do!!! As long as I paced myself and kept within my limits, I was able to cope most days. I do not have so many bad days as in the past but did have one last Sunday, just to remind me what it used to be like! On the whole I am keeping well. I saw my GP yesterday for a check-up and he is very pleased with my heart, lungs and blood pressure and has lengthened the period for my check-up to every 6 months, so that helps with confidence.

I am able now to get out to church a bit more and have a little involvement in church life. In fact I have been asked to preach in Moira Baptist on Sunday morning 9th October. I would really appreciate your prayers for that day. It will be my first Sunday sermon for almost 200 weeks! Pray for my voice to hold out. (one of the problems is if I talk too much my voice weakens) Pray that I will be able to do it without stressing my heart and most of all, pray that the Lord will be glorified. It will be emotional for me and for all my friends in Moira but I want the focus to be, not on me but on the Saviour and for the occasion to be a mighty testimony to God's grace.

Please pray for my church. It is beginning a series of studies during October to December on "Our Purpose in Christ Jesus". It is based on the church in Acts 2 and I hope to help just a little with that. The Elders have a great vision for the future of the church and it is thrilling to see Moira Baptist Church moving forward. These are very exciting days. God is blessing us with evidence of his grace in hearts and lives, a growing congregation, more baptisms and new members. It is particularly encouraging to see the church reaching out to the community in new ways and I am delighted to see the young people getting even more involved in mission at home and abroad. Please join us in prayer as we seek to find God's man to Pastor the Church.

The 2hearts ministry is busier than ever with support given to almost 70 families around the world who face the trauma of heart illness. Nearly 25% of them are heart transplant families. Let me share one example. Julie from USA is 18 and has been told she needs a new heart very soon. She was taken to surgery a couple of weeks ago, went to sleep thinking she was getting a transplant but at the last minute the donated heart was discovered to be defective. She woke thinking she had a new heart only to realize the truth. But she is a most lovely Christian girl and her faith is remarkable. Please pray for her.

The website ministry continues to give me opportunities to serve the Lord from home. I am staggered at the impact, with half a million hits per year. Eternity alone will reveal all that God has done. He encourages me from time to time as people testify to finding spiritual help from the sites. I still manage the web ministry for Moira Baptist as well as four sites of my own. My latest allows me to indulge in my hobby of taking landscape photographs and even try to use it to witness for the Saviour http://photo.2hearts.co.uk A friend recently took my grandchildren and me up for a short helicopter flight over our villages. What a thrill. Some photos are on the site. (No, I did not ask the Doctor's permission! He might have said no! )

I manage five mission sites, a site for a very special little girl and have two more ministry sites under development for friends. I help a good friend in Australia who runs a support organization for heart children to produce some graphics for her sites. And this week a dear brother called Aidan, who has a powerful ministry in USA, has told me his webmaster is no longer able to help. I don't know yet whether it is practically possible to help him but I cannot allow his web ministry to fall apart. I'm out of breath just thinking about this. I've just counted and there are 14 web sites I am already responsible for, in addition to others in which I have a part !! And I have had no training; I am a rank novice with basic resources and I do it all voluntarily. I would like to learn to do this properly but I'm not sure if I can cope with the study required. Thanks to the support of my church and a few friends, I can even provide free hosting for many of the sites. This enables these missions to use their income directly in evangelism.

I was honoured recently to be invited to become a Trustee of a very special ministry called Assisting Children's Evangelists Worldwide - a branch of Child Evangelism Fellowship. It is the ministry of my long time friend Sam Doherty. He provides training manuals and Bible lessons for more than 6000 teachers in 135 countries around the world. All this literature is provided free. Much of it is also translated overseas into 43 other languages and provided for a further 20,000 children's workers. Please pray for the team as they continue to develop this ministry around the world.

I continue to help where I can with other ministries in Romania and India. I try to give pastoral support to Christian friends at home and abroad who face great challenges. How I wish I could travel to them and have direct involvement, particularly in India where there is such potential and so much need. But email and telephone at least keep me in touch with dear friends and I do what I can.

So life is busy. If I was a pastor I could never do all this. I do not know what God has planned for my future ministry but I am amazed that He wants to use me. Last night a friend in ministry from USA, who is suffering terrible health and other problems wrote "It was so lovely to speak to you brother- what an encouragement you are to so many... Spurgeon - in a wonderful book...the writer said - he healed more though he was not a doctor- but because of how he suffered... and so yours will be known in eternity- that the Master chose this time to use you in lives of people you never would have met, or known ." I am humbled to think that God still has work for me to do for Him.

I know God has His perfect plan for me - it is often painful, in many ways puzzling, and even petrifying at times - but perfect. I do not know what the future holds. Three years ago the doctors said they would try through medication "to buy me a little time" - they suggested 6 months or perhaps a year. But God has the only timetable. "All the days ordained for me were written in your book before one of them came to be. How precious to me are your thoughts, O God! Psalm 139 I celebrated a big birthday on Sept 11. Some friends totally surprised me with a very special party. A few years ago I wondered if I would ever see this milestone. Isn't God good?

I appreciate your prayers for Joanna too. She keeps quite well but she still carries so much of the load, doing practically all the driving and anything heavy - all the hard, boring, unseen work without which I could not survive let alone minister to others. She has been my rock through these years and I am convinced her reward will be greater. I pray that I gain even more strength so that her load will lighten a bit.

Thank you again for all you mean to us. Hebrew 6:10 God is not unjust; he will not forget your work and the love you have shown him as you have helped his people and continue to help them.

with love
in the grace of our precious Lord Jesus,
David


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We know your gift was given at such a great cost.

All of us want to thank you, each and every last one. We know you are special for what you have done. With comfort and peace, we ask God to bless you. Just know we are thankful to God and you, too.

Love from,
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This is not the end of Keegan's story this is only the beginning. As he continues to grow, may he find great happiness and much love.

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Jessica
Hi, my name is Jessica.

When I was 4 years old I was told that I had an heart murmur. After 4 years of watching and seeing what would happen I had my first open heart surgery. I had an ASD, VSD, and a cleft mitral valve. I managed to do okay for a while, through elementary school, junior high, high school, and two years of college. After my second year of college I had a seizure and was hospitalized. I had open heart surgery about a month later. I was sick on and off until my third open heart surgery in December of the same year. Then I was doing okay but was still in heart failure. In August of 2001 I started having ventricular tachychardia. I had an AICD implanted and started feeling better. Then in February of 2002 I was evaluated for an heart transplant. I almost qualified. I was just not sick enough to qualify. Then a month later I was tested again to see if I qualified for a heart transplant. I got the same answer, which was no. I am now looking into having the defribilator/bi-ventricular pacer. If I get that then I either won't have to have a heart transplant for a while or never. I am hoping science keeps up and can come up with something instead of a heart transplant. That would make my day.

In 1991, we decided to spend our 25th Wedding Anniversary in Daytona Beach. The date was June 30, 1991. It was such a beautiful weekend. I felt great! When I woke up on Sunday morning, the day we were to come home to Ocala, I felt a small weight on my chest. Didn't think much of it and never said a word to my husband. We spent the morning at the beach and in the pool. Around 1 p.m., the weight became worse. We packed up the trunk and headed for Ocala. I lit a cigarette while driving home. ( I decided I would drive.) Halfway home and 4 cigarettes later, I felt so bad, I had to pull over and have Carl drive the rest of the way. Halfway home there were no hospitals in sight. We got home, emptied the trunk, went inside the house and I went to my bedroom. I knew I was passing out and getting sick and screamed for Carl. By the time he got there, called for an ambulance and tried to help me, I had suffered a very dangerous heart attack, damaging a large percentage of my heart. I coded at Monroe Regional at 2 a.m. in the morning. Thanks to an alert male nurse and our blessed Lord, I was brought back to life. My heart was badly damaged. I was sent home a few weeks later to rest for 3 months. I was told to sign up for Lifetime Fitness Cardiac Rehab in October, which I did. I remember going in to talk with the director and crying so hard because at 49 years old, I thought my life was over. Before going back to work on November 1, 1991, I had lost 52 lbs., stopped smoking cold turkey, exercised at least 1 hour 3 to 4 times a week and still was depressed and scared. Each day I thanked God and asked him to keep me going. I did keep going and kept my weight, no smoking and exercising up for 6 years.

I was beginning to feel a bit tired once in a while and short of breath. Not much I thought, but I did speak with the doctor. He sent me for a test and told me the results. I was working full time for State Probation and Parole, heading an inner school Girl Scout troop, clowning around with a group from church at Shands, etc., and also doing everything a woman does - house clean, wash, etc. I was accomplishing this crazy lifestyle with only a 9 to 10% ejection fraction, despite all my work to keep healthy. He really didn't know how I was doing all of this. I was sent to Shands Hospital in Gainesville in August of '97. After being poked, probed, stuck and dehydrated for 1 week of tests, I was told that they could not accept me in the transplant program because I had arterial disease. Three years prior to Shands, I had carotid surgery on my right side with my left carotid 100% blocked. I was devastated! They told me my working days were over.

On my return home to Ocala, I was beside myself. I had been told I had 3 to 6 months to live, at that! I had just begun to live a new segment of life. My first grandson, Zachary Tyler Gehring had been born July 22, 1997. I wouldn't even live to see him grow!

I prayed and prayed and in October of '97 my cardiologist, Dr. McGhee and another cardiologist from MR sent all my test results from Shands and also from them to the top surgeon at Tampa General. My appointment was set up for December 11, '97. I met with him in Tampa and after scrutinizing my records, he said I was a good candidate and was placed on the computer for a heart. I was given a pager and blood tests. We then went home to wait.

The Lord took over and carried me through those days. On January 28, 1998 at 1:37 am, my phone rang next to our bed. I was sound asleep. After ringing about 6 times, I answered. My heart coordinator told me two hearts had come in with my blood type and size. One was to go to me and one to someone who had been hospitalized for a few weeks. They told me to be there by 6 am. I was walking on clouds! The very first thing I did after hanging up was tell Carl everything and he went out to alert the family. I called my son, as he was the designated driver for me. I then dropped to my knees. I started talking with the Lord. I told him to remember the story of footprints in the sand. I asked the Lord if he would carry me on his shoulders from here until the end because I could not do this alone. Something came over me I will never forget. My body became so relaxed. Everyone was crying in the living room as my son and I walked out of the house. My mom was crying so hard and asked me why I wasn't. I told her that the Lord was in charge and he was carrying me now. After my transplant, when the anesthesiologist came in to see how I was, he made mention that I was the most relaxed transplant he had ever seen. He said I was smiling when they brought me into surgery. We all knew why! The Lord was with me all the way!

My bed in Transplant CCU was against a wall so I could see out of a glass in the door to enter my room. The first thing I saw when I awoke was my beautiful grandson held by my son on the other side of the glass. Right then I knew I would come through, I had to. My grandson will be 5 years old July, 2002. I now have a granddaughter - Savanna Rose (Sissy for short) who was 3 years this Jan. I am so blessed!

My first year after transplant was not an easy one. One and one half months after transplant, one of the meds I was taking actually ate through my colon. I was flown from Ocala Airport to Tampa General on their helicopter. I had 3/4 of my colon removed. In the fall of '98 I fractured the top of my femur which required surgery and the placement of 4 pins. In November of '98, two weeks after arriving home from the surgery, I felt ill one day, had a slight temp and just knew something was wrong. I called Tampa and by the time I got there a couple of hours later, I was in a very serious rejection. I was in CCU for 2 weeks. Only my doctor and I thought I would make it. Again, the Lord was there.

Since then, I have been just fine. I have learned to be a fighter. The Lord will always be there for me, but I learned I had to help also. And I did! I have a wonderful husband, Carl, a great son, Greg, two beautiful grandbabies, a sister I don't know what I would do without and lots of faith.

I have written my donor family twice now. I told them what their gift gave to me and thanked them for the most precious thing they could ever give. They have never written back acknowledging my letters. I know how difficult it would be to relive a sorrow over again and do not blame them for not writing. I believe they are just happy to know what their gift gave me. I ask God to bless them always.

I have gained weight, have bones that hurt, a stomach that doesn't feel so good all the time after taking my meds, and sometimes feel a bit out of it from those meds, too. BUT I AM ALIVE! I HAVE SO MANY BLESSINGS NOW, I HAVE A HARD TIME COUNTING THEM ALL! MOST IMPORTANTLY, GOD IS ALWAYS THERE!

If someone out there would like to write, my e-mail is louloug@aol.com . I would love hearing from any of you. I have met many wonderful new friends on the computer. Kel is one. He always makes me smile! God bless him.