A New Heart...A New Life - Part 4
There is something about laying in a hospital bed. unable to do anything for yourself, that makes you start thinking about your life. You wonder if you have done everything that you wanted to do, and if you will ever be able to do those things - or anything - again. That is where I found myself on December 17 - after the stroke, the surgery, the sort of dying, the atrial fibrilation...and the knowledge that they were moving me to Cottage Rehab, hopefully to recover some of my normalcy. The doctor told me that he couldn't tell me how much of my former self could be recovered; he could only tell me that my heart would start to beat normally for the first time in my entire life. So...I had a choice to make... I guess that Doctor Little Prick never considered that this Southern Steel Magnolia has never allowed anything to keep her down for long. Two divorces - one from a bad man, and one from a good man, the loss of my twins (probably the biggest pain of my life), the l