I remember that day. The day my heart stopped beating. The day the doctors had to tell my mom, I was gone. I want to say I love my mom. I love God. I love Life. Cause she knew I wasn't gone. She knew that all things are possible. So she prayed all the way to Plano, Texas. She never stopped, even when she was over that hospital bed. She never gave up. So I woke up. A month ago at UAB My cardiologist had to tell me. Only 5 years. I would need a transplant as well. As for survival 1 to 10 with Restrictive Cardio-Myopathy. It hurt. More than watching the man I love walk away. Just last Tuesday. After taking my medications I stopped breathing. It was scary. I remember my mom asked something. I couldn't answer. My dad looked at me, but didn't know. All he saw was my 1 finger wiggling. That's all I could do. The room started going black as I saw my mom running in from the corner of my eye. Had another CardioVersion. It's where they shock the Heart back into the right Rhythm. In the Hospital The Kirkland Clinic team of Specialist came by. They agreed 2 years Then a transplant When it was just 5. But you know what? They don't know my God. They don't know my mom. They know what they see. As so do I. If I die, its because its my time. Yes I do cry. Yes I get angry & ask why. I use to be the best sales women my boss had. I wanted to become an actress But Life says other things instead. I wanted to go to The Art Institute of Dallas til the day my apartment burned away. But now I am home. No one knows what to say. I can't do things anymore like I use to. I was the crazy outgoing butterfly I still am Im still the same girl they all once knew. When this is all over. When God makes me new. I will be stronger. Like my mom the one who helped me get through. Cause even at birth The doctor said, I was going to go at 2. But look at me now. Thank you Mom I Love You.