life, love,art. heart failure and assorted ramblings
Don't Talk Like That...
I write to find out what my heart thinks.... I write to expose and work through the ugly parts of this disease, open heart surgery that was less than successful and more recently an S-ICD (internal cardiac defibrillator) implanted in my chest that will hopefully restore my heart beat in case of sudden cardiac death. I am here to celebrate my life, to uncover my fears, to hold on to love, to learn how to live a full life with heart failure, to honor my creativity, and to explore all of my emotions out loud ...before anyone can say "Don't talk like that!"
Sunday, November 22, 2015
The 2 weeks from the time you were born to the time I could bring you home felt like forever. You were so tiny; at a little over 4 pounds when they let me bring you home But, it feels like that was just a few weeks ago. Surreal is the only word that can describe how 40 years feels like. Between nursery school , Cub scouts, 4 am. Christmas mornings, GI Joes, stitches, summer camps, swim meets, first car, military, weddings, children of your own and a BAZILLION stories you turned into a man. I do not know how it slipped by me so fast!
But, oh my the stories….the stories!
I love you and I am so proud of you! Happy 40th Birthday!