HEART REPAIRS

I’ve taken a break, the past week or so, to revisit the hospital—it seems that one of the new veins in my heart didn’t want to stay open—so they puffed it up, added a metal thing called a stent to keep it open and sent me home again. While in the hospital this time, I began to write again and am happy to be back at it. After all, it’s what I do. Being preoccupied with words is so much more pleasant than being preoccupied with medical things. I’ve always enjoyed NOT thinking about physical ailments and have been blessed all my life—until now—with good health. Actually, I’m feeling healthy once again and hope the worst is over.

One of the most important things I’ve learned from my recent travails is how many kind people I have around me. I thank any of you who happen to read this—you know who you are! I’ve also, not surprisingly, gained a much deeper appreciation of the value of being alive. In a way, I think that’s the main lesson I am supposed to take home with my reconditioned heart. I think my heart repairs have an awful lot to do with learning to feel, appreciate and love—the main roles the heart plays.