Foreword: 1982
I was crossing the line, drifting into a peaceful sleep, when I heard the phone ring. I looked at the clock on the bedside table. It was 12.30am. Who would be calling at this time of night? Irritated, I went downstairs and lifted the receiver, my sleepy ears still not prepared to hear the voice on the other end of the phone.
‘Hello, this is the transplant coordinator at Queen Elizabeth Hospital.’
My heart started beating rapidly and an unexplainable swell of heat hit all parts of my body… Read More »






