Chapter 1: The beginning of my life
You see, I was born with a heart condition. I have a hole in my heart and a severe heart murmur. Most people can live with the murmur for their entire life with no major complications (usually). The hole in the heart is a totally different condition to live with. Usually the hole is fairly large at birth and either grows smaller as you grow-up or can be corrected with surgery. Mine, However, started out small and has gotten bigger (at a real fast rate) as I have grown.
Now, I guess I should give you some details about my family and growing up with this condition (Yippee, my favorite thing to talk about, NOT). I was born in Forks, WA to Charlie and Renee Swan. Two days after I was born, I started having irregular heartbeats and I started having trouble breathing. That is when the doctors discovered my health conditions. The hospital in Forks wasn't equipped to deal with a condition like mine. So, the doctors found a specialist in Seattle, WA. They explained to my parents that there was no more they could do and that they recommended that I go to Seattle. So, my mom and I were airlifted to the hospital in Seattle where I stayed for the first two months of my life and we met Dr. Weston.
Dr. Weston was a very nice, funny, sincere, and genuine man (or so I have been told because I was too little to remember). From the very first day he was very upfront and honest with my parents.
"Mr. and Mrs. Swan, I am Dr. Steve Weston and I will be Bella's doctor while she is here." He told my parents.
"Hello Dr. Weston." My parents replied. And then my parents asked the most important question.
My parents asked, "Dr. Weston, are you going to be able to fix our little girl?"
Dr. Weston replied, "I am going to do all that I can for Bella, I promise."
Those two months were hard on my parents and myself. I under went all kinds of tests, x-rays, and even a surgery (which was unsuccessful). My parents are tough and they made it through those two months I was in the hospital.
When I was three months old, Dr. Weston told my parents that he had done all he could do for me. That they had never seen or dealt with a condition like mine and there was no more that he or any of the other doctors could do. My mom and dad were crushed. He gave my parents some names of specialists that they could contact and discharged me the next day.