I read Amy Silverstein’s first memoir, SICK GIRL (2001,GrovePress), which she wrote after living more than seventeen years after getting a heart transplant at twenty-five. Doctors at the time, didn’t give her more than ten years.
Nearly twenty-six years after receiving her first heart transplant, her donor heart began failing and she needed a new heart immediately if she expected to live.
Her new memoir, MY GLORY WAS I TRULY HAD SUCH FRIENDS (HarperWave) is the story of nine remarkable women: Joy, Jill, Leja, Jody, Lauren, Robin, Valerie, Ann and Jane who supported Amy daily, while she waited for her new heart. At first, her friends didn’t know one another, they lived across the country, but they had one singular goal – to be by their best friend’s side, while she was hospitalized first in New York City and then Los Angeles.
A spreadsheet was produced making sure one of the nine women were with Amy. Whether on a cot in the hospital, holding her hand, rubbing her feet and back when the pain was grueling, applying lotion, every moment she was hospitalized she had a friend by her side. The women had their own obligations, family, children, careers, but put everything on hold while they rallied around their friend.
“Our empathy had not ripened at twenty-five. At fifty, it had.”
MY GLORY WAS I HAD SUCH FRIENDS shares how these women, each knowing Amy from different stages of their lives, recognizing Amy’s strength banded together sharing a sisterhood that only comes with age. These nine women didn’t talk about wanting to help, they showed up.
Joy, Jill, Leja, Jody, Lauren, Robin, Valerie, Ann and Jane lived an example of how important it is for us to show up for the ones we love.
I kept crying while reading MY GLORY IS I HAD SUCH FRIENDS. These women, or angels, as I’d call them are incredible. What a blessing for Amy to have such devoted, selfless friends. Once you start reading MY GLORY IS I HAD SUCH FRIENDS, you won’t stop and once you’re finished, you will be grateful for … well everything.
It’s important to note, that Amy’s husband, Scott was with her every step during this experience, but Amy chose to focus on her girlfriends for this memoir.