We sent Corey’s heart surgeon, Dr. Luca Vricella, a Christmas card like we do every year. In it I included Corey’s first report card (all As, one B). I knew it would have meaning for the man who saved Corey’s life many times over, as it did for me. I wanted Dr. Vricella to know that his dedication and sacrifice to save the lives of children like mine is deeply appreciated, more than words could ever express. I wanted him to know that we think of him often, and I wanted him to see, with concrete proof, the kind of life my heart child has. How smart he is, how beautiful he is, and how none of it would be possible without this talented and selfless surgeon.
Today I came home to find a letter in the mailbox. Here is what it said:
“Dear Mrs. and Mr. Fleming,
It was wonderful to receive your delightful holiday card with wishes for the Holiday Season.
Many thanks for keeping in touch and the great picture of you with Mason and Corey. Hearing from families and watching their children grow happy and healthy is one of the true blessings of our specialty. Let me thank you in particular for sending me his 3rd grade school report card, it meant so much to me. When I took the liberty of sharing this with my own father, he told me that he wished that my grades were as good when I was in 3rd grade!
Although as always a little late, let me wish to you and your family a wonderful 2014, full of health, happiness and prosperity.
Luca Vricella, M.D.”
Corey’s going to pass out when I tell him his grades are better than Dr. Vricella’s! I love that guy.