My Donor Lives On Donate I was only 31 when my cystic fibrosis took a drastic turn for the worse. It all happened so quickly it felt like I was lost in a whirl wind. Within 6 months of being at Frimley Park Hospital they did intense investigations I was in the hospital for a month. One day one of the nurses came to me and asked how I would feel about being listed on the transplant list. This is the first time it has ever been mentioned to me. I said when the time comes yeah I would like to be listed in not ready to give up fighting. I remember she sat on my bed and explained they were all shocked I was doing so well considering how bad my lungs look on x-rays and cts. I didn't believe them at first I was saying it's just a blip I can't be that bad. I was sent over to Harefield pretty quickly to get started with the whole process, it is a very long intense process to determine if you are a candidate. I was accepted on the list and waited two years for my match. There was a total of 5 calls before I got the call that went through. I owe so much to my donor if it wasn't for him I would not be doing the things I am doing today.I found out my donor was called Sebastian he was 33 at time he passed, he had cerebral palsy but he did not let that get him down. He was part of the GB Paralympic's he entered doing discus throwing, he worked with children and many different charities. He loved life the best way he could, I walk today in memory of him and all his accomplishments until his passing. I can not thank him enough for thinking of others without him I would not be here todayI carry him in my heart every day.Me and my long term partner Darren will be doing a 4 mile walk together around Harefield, as always he is by my side, through thick and thin. I thank him for his constant love and support Let's do this 💪 Amy Mitha Manage Cookie Preferences Do you have a spare five minutes to help us improve our website?I'll do itNo thanks