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It just tears me apart to think that my boyfriend is having an

ongoing battle with his illness... He was born with a congenital heart

disease & I do thank God for giving him many years to live &

counting... He will be returning home to his native roots in Taiwan to

undergo a heart transplant... There was a time that he gave up all the

hope he could muster & that scared the hell out of me... He thought

that it would be better if he wasn't much a burden to me... It was a

good thing that I was able to 'give him back his life' by cheering him

up & making him hold on... Besides, what good will it do if he's going

to leave me? I'm going to feel more desolate than ever! I'm 120%

percent that he'll be alright... But the thing that bothers me is that his

relatives are not sure if he's going to make it... It's annoying me but I

feel as if I'm the only on whose pretty positive about the outcome...

Anyway, everyone is hoping for the best (especially me!) & I will wait

for him to return home to me... no matter how long it would take him

to...

"May God bless you on your operation baby! I love You!"