In February 1992 I became the third heart transplant recipient at the new Cardiopulmonary Transplant Unit in Glasgow’s Royal Infirmary. After my transplant I suffered a few problems which kept me in the unit for a few months longer than the average stay. For a while I feared that I would not survive which prompted me to record the following pages, so that my grandchildren would remember me.

It is now more than 12 years since my transplant and I have tried to enjoy my new-found life to the full.  Like all other patients I do have little set-backs from time to time, but thanks to the doctors and staff of all the units at the G.R.I. I am still able to enjoy life. Perhaps on reading these pages, one will be of the opinion that I should have taken better care of myself and done things differently as a young man.

Perhaps I still could have enjoyed myself without indulging so much in wine, women and cigarettes.  But, only ‘Perhaps’.