Aug 2015
The ugly scar straight down my chest has begun to heal, and the pain is less.
Each week I walk a little more at least back and forth to the corner store.
On hot days I get short of breath and I must be careful to take my rest.
Still, I lucky and can’t complain about a scar and a little pain.
I’m back at home with the ones I love best
All thanks to a gift from a dead man’s chest.
Each week I walk a little more at least back and forth to the corner store.
On hot days I get short of breath and I must be careful to take my rest.
Still, I lucky and can’t complain about a scar and a little pain.
I’m back at home with the ones I love best
All thanks to a gift from a dead man’s chest.
My late Father in law had severe heart troubles in his late fifties but survived another thirty years based on a timely transplant of a valve. this is written from his P.O.V.
