My heart transplant gave me a new life. Yet, I am stuck in the past with my mother

When I was told that I was looking at a six-month or longer quarantine period, I rolled my eyes so hard I think I conjured an itch on the top of my scalp. “Stay inside your room with the windows closed. Always wear a mask outside. Wear gloves when you eat anything with your hands. No outside food. Carry a sanitiser with you at all times,” said the medical matriarch—the mother of my case. She said a few other things, which all looked and felt the same inside my head. Imagine a giant ‘NO’, balloon-like, bobbing above my head.

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