Seven years ago, I was diagnosed with serious heart defects. In those years I have endured countless visits to the doctor for exams and tests. I have been on medications with severe side effects. And I have fought depression. I have lived two years beyond what was expected.
Through it all I have managed to get out with a camera. I think photography has actually prolonged my life. I'm still excited when I get a chance to shoot. This week I was scheduled to have a test done at the request of our local hospital's transplant team. I was told it would give them a better idea if I needed to be put on a heart transplant list.
A few days before the test I went out with a camera. Oddly, I ended up at our city's main cemetery. The cemetery is very beautiful and is frequented by many photographers. I found this building and pondered the words above the door, "Receiving Vault." I thought, do they still use this to receive bodies? The word "Receiving" seemed so sterile as if it was some sort of office. I took my one frame. And I had my test. It went well. My heart is stronger than they thought. I was not placed on a transplant list. "Receiving?" Not yet. Not yet.