I can remember how skeptical I was to be going to the Cleveland Clinic for treatment. It was such a big hospital I was sure I would just be another case for them, another nameless patient that would eventually go by the name of "bed 52A".

The day I met with the staff of A90/A110 I learned I was not just another patient. They viewed me as a human being with dreams, hopes, and goals. They understood my life and what I wanted to get out of it. Best of all, they were in my corner… all the way.

It's now been 16 months and 6 days after my transplant. I still communicate with my doctor and coordinators regularly, and they are still rooting for me. I owe them my life, and I dedicate all my future successes to them (and I will doing something amazing!).

Thank you to my heroes at the Cleveland Clinic.