I Wasn't Born Without A Heart Novels & Stories

He wanted a sibling so bad but his mum was just never able to have a child again. Birthday wishes never came true. On his 15th birthday, his mum had collapsed. All of a sudden. He had closed his eyes to make his birthday wish only for him to open it and get the opposite of his wish right in front of him. It was sudden and all a 15 year old could do was scream and cry uselessly. A heart disease, the doctors said. His mum’s heart was sick. Her heart hurt. Few pills and injections would cure her, wouldn’t they?

The girls beside me cheered as I blinked dazedly back to staring at the screen. “But he doesn't even have two centimeters, how can he have a heart!?” I make the doctor laugh. "The heart is the first thing that develops," she explained. “Sam, this is amazing.” Charlie took my hand. Elle was saying something, also supporting me, but in the end, I could only concentrate on the image. It was terrifying and incredible. I couldn't believe what was happening, but in a way, it felt good. And I knew that we would be fine.

“Lie down and listen to me.” Melanie only lay down quietly with Professor Turner consoling her. “You put yourself in grave danger by giving birth to him. The premature birth doesn’t affect him that much, but unfortunately, he inherited your heart disease. That’s why he’ll need to stay in the observation room. You won’t be able to see him for the time being,” the professor said, trying his best to slow down his speech. Melanie’s heart sank. She had thought about how this could happen and had prepared for it as well; this was because she knew that none of the Yorks were able to escape the fate of being tortured by the same heart disease.

I felt a tugging sensation. Suddenly, my soul was brought to the morgue of a hospital. My body was being autopsied. The coroner in charge was Ian Jensen, my mother's current husband. After slicing my chest open, he frowned and made a call. A few minutes later, Wendy came walking in. Despite being in her forties, she looked as beautiful as before. What a shame that I never inherited her beauty. "Look at the corpse. The girl had a congenital heart disease, specifically a rare primary aortic dilatation," Ian said.

That year, our parents had a car accident and both passed away, leaving only Cynthia and me. Cynthia had curled up against me, her small body trembling as beads of hot tears fell onto my arm. She asked me in a shaky voice, "Lanny, will it just be the two of us from now on?" Hearing that, I stroked her head and promised, "Cynthia, I will take good care of you." "I'm sorry, Cynthia," I thought. "I broke my promise." Cynthia had a congenital heart defect and had undergone surgery when she was younger.

This birthmark was identical to the faint memory I had. When I gave birth to Mia, I had lost so much blood that I passed out before I could even hear her cry. However, before blacking out, I distinctly remember seeing a small birthmark on her left arm. When I woke up, the birthmark was gone. Daniel and Marissa had both insisted I must’ve imagined it, blaming exhaustion and the chaos of childbirth for my confusion. Now, though? Seeing that same birthmark on Finn’s arm, the memories came flooding back.

“But your son is proving to be one of the exceptions.” My lungs wouldn’t expand fully anymore. “He was just born. His heart is so small… how can you?” “We will go through the chest with minimally invasive access,” he said gently. “He’ll be supported by bypass. Every second will be controlled.” “Controlled?!” I cried. “This is my baby, he’s not a machine!” Dr. Hayes met my gaze steadily. “No. He’s a fighter. And that’s why he still has a chance.”

Lucy smiles thinking of their brother. "What did papa and mama say?" "Ahm...they understand. You know them. They always support us" he wistfully smiles at the mention of their parents. Vasili thoughtfully nods while silence rule between them. "You are overwhelmed" he mumbles. "Yes, at everything. I'm not feeling well lately" Lucy thoughtfully explains. "Is it your heart again, Lucy?" suddenly he was worried. They are aware Lucy was born with congenital heart disease and though his surgery was successful, they still fear for his health.

The number of things that have happened during the time are crazy, which went from cutting my English number and having dad go crazy as he tried to find a way to reach me, to almost losing Tatia. It turned out that the baby was born with a weak heart, her mum having fallen from the stairs, she had unintentionally harmed her. Tatia’s heart had stopped twice at the hospital, thankfully they were able to get it beating again, and now she has four nurses who are with her around the clock. Then we have my dad…

Second, he had a major surgery on the way, in order to permanently be rid of his generic heart disease-cardiomyopathy. He had been born with it and abandoned by his biological parents at an orphanage in New York because of financial constraints. At the orphanage, he was the strange boy with a rare disease. He moved around with a Holter monitor battery glued to his chest in order to monitor his weak heart. None of the other kids played or associated with him, except Martha. Whenever they poked fun at him, it was Martha who was there for him played with him, and encouraged him. When Chief Wills came to the orphanage from Australia to adopt him at the age of twelve, Martha was the only one sad