Cyan

My 15-year-old niece has a good friend named Cyan whom I have never met but have been thinking about on a pretty consistent basis for the last week. Cyan has been in the hospital for more than a month because her heart has been wearing out. I guess she was born with some sort of condition and they've been expecting this for the last fifteen years. The only thing that would fix the situation would be a new heart. After 4 or 5 possible hearts that weren't quite right, one became available for Cyan a week ago that was right and she underwent a 10-hour surgery.


Let's stop here for a minute. Can you imagine the joy at being told that a heart is on its way? And the sheer terror her parents experienced knowing that going into that surgery might be the last time they see her alive? I can't. I just can't. It seems unbearable. Back to the story...

The surgery was a resounding success. Cyan's new heart has been beating solidly in her chest. She's been healing quickly and as of Tuesday, has been IV-free and preparing to go home to finish recovering there (much less risk of infection than in the hospital). That was the last update that I got from my niece this afternoon. Plus she read me a beautiful poem that she'd written that was inspired by this whole ordeal.

I just got home from going out for a quick dinner with Dude and the girls and there's an email from Erika saying that Cyan is now back in the ICU and showing signs of rejecting her heart. And my niece posted on Facebook that Cyan had a heart attack. I've been crying and praying as my own heart now hurts.

If asked, I would say that I'm not religious, but I'm not sure that's exactly right. I guess I'm more spiritual, but that sounds hippie-dippie and not accurate either. I suppose I'm somewhere in between. Regardless of classification, I believe in God and I've been begging "him" to save that girl. Save Cyan. Save. Her. 

Friday, May 01, 2009 | Labels: , |

 

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