It was a blisteringly cold morning in January 1999, and my wife Anita stood in the atrium of Columbia Hospital in New York and, through the huge glass windows, saw a tiny speck on the horizon grow bigger and bigger. It was a helicopter and she knew the cargo it was carrying was my new heart. After a lifetime of health problems, mainly due to a leaky valve in the heart which had been discovered when I was a child, and after months of increasing ill health, culminating in a collapse several weeks previously, my old heart had all but…
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