Heart Strings

Hello. I hope things are going well for you. I know that some days are harder than others. For me, I have an easier time of it when I have something to fight for; getting out of the CICU; forcing insurance to pay what they owe; tracking down diagnosis letters. Gee, I do a lot of paperwork.

It’s when things slow down that I tend to drift. I’ll never forget that moment at the OR doors when I had no idea how long our goodbye would last. What a terrible experience to have! We push through because we have to–because we are warriors, too. Eleven years later (and buried deep), my heart still cries for what I almost lost; for what I have lost.

It overwhelms me now more than before. Little strings tug at those wounds and I hurt. Looking at Facebook, drawing new hearts, learning technology….even at the movies and watching TV. Easy things become hard. It takes weeks to open my sketch book.

Therefore, I make no promise to be consistent or even to be available when you need me. But, I will always love you. Our hearts are bound by little strings and I know your pain and your joy. I love you. You are going to be okay.

This week I hope to post my first new heart and a reminder that I am not a doctor.

♥ Be good to each other ♥