Forrest and Annalisa shortly after Forrest’s long-awaited transplant.
Life Lines Giving and Receiving the Most Personal of Gifts By Annalisa Purser
I sat in a forgotten alcove in Primary Children’s Hospital on a tan recliner sobbing. Exhausted and dazed, I got up and tried to find Forrest. I did not know where I was. I had followed behind the nurses as they rushed him through the empty maze of hallways on a rolling hospital bed to a room where they filled his intestines with fluid to determine the source of his infection that was also causing his blood pressure to drop. But since I wasn’t allowed in the room, I never saw them leave. Eventually I found my way back to him. His face was contorted as though he was crying out in pain, but no sound came out. A team of medical professionals surrounded 18 UTAHSTATE I FALL 2017
him, sewing a medical device into his body without any anesthetics. One of them spotted me, told me I could not be there and ushered me out to where his family was waiting. It was my first experience in a hospital — a world completely unfamiliar to someone whose most serious medical condition had been an ear infection. Three days later, I was back in Logan,