I don't know that mathematicians can figure that out for us. That's a good word. If you are a person of faith, then apply your faith here. Just two days after her transplant, Deborah sat up in her hospital bed. You know, I was sore and in pain, but that didn't matter at all.
Every day is different now.
Deborah now spends much of her time publicizing the desperate need for organ donations. It's part of her tribute, she says, to Michael Gibson, the man who, in death, gave her life. He was young and had his whole life ahead of him. And I actually mourn for Michael, you know. You know, he lives on within me.