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Mighty Mike

By Mike Hargett

“It’s hard to beat
     a person who

NEVER GIVES UP.”

                                   – Babe Ruth

W hen I was born, I broke my mom’s tailbone. Two                     Sciences University (OHSU) my “home away from home,” and
          days later the nurse taking care of me noticed that        I figure I basically funded their new aerial tram with all my
something wasn’t quite right, and kept me overnight for              medical bills over the years!
observation. As it turns out, I had incurred a massive subdural
hematoma (a pool of blood between the brain and its outermost        In 2005, my senior year of high school, I was diagnosed with
covering) during my birth that required surgery, to stop the         dilated cardiomyopathy. My heart was so sick that I wasn’t able
bleeding and potentially-fatal swelling. They knew right then        to even walk from one class to another. Even after being thrown
that I was a bleeder. Over the next two decades I experienced        this curveball I still graduated on time and was elected to the
many hospital stays, medical treatments, and emergency room          National Honor Society. Often, I tell people that, despite my
visits. In 1989, I tested positive for the antibodies for hepatitis  heart condition and bleeding disorder being a major part of my
C, contracted through tainted blood infusions that I received to     life, those things don’t define me. I define them and how they
treat my hemophilia, but it wasn’t until 1998 that I was actually    fit in my life.
diagnosed with the disease. I started calling Oregon Health &
                                                                     Over the following eight years those challenges took a toll on
                                                                     me. I often felt like the only thing I could control was my eat-
                                                                     ing and I comforted myself with food. Paired with my lack of
                                                                     mobility, I gained a staggering 175 pounds. My ejection frac-
                                                                     tion (the measurement of the percentage of blood leaving your
                                                                     heart each time it contracts) kept decreasing, and the need for
                                                                     a heart transplant became critical. Finding a doctor to agree
                                                                     to do a transplant on a hemophiliac was a whole task in itself.
                                                                     First, I had to get treated and cleared for hepatitis C. Then it
                                                                     took going to five different facilities before I found a doctor
                                                                     who would agree to do this high risk heart surgery. I also need-
                                                                     ed to have a BMI (body-mass index) of 35, which would require
                                                                     a 200-pound weight loss. That took a little over two years. In

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