Friday Twaddle It's Friday night, and like most desperate people I'm out with forty three of my best friends in a dorm room talking about how to meet guys I attend college with while eating
On Being Charity I'm stingy, so thank God for my generous husband. If you were to tip the scales on money management, I always err on the side of saving money instead of spending it. Somewhere
My New Friends Several of you have asked how I'm doing and my mind immediately goes to this: I take cardiac rehab with seventy year olds. That sentence alone should make you laugh. I still have
What the surgeon found: it's a statistical miracle I'm alive Part of me has waited to post until I confirmed with my surgical cardiologist in my next post-op appointment, but it's time for me to face the music and settle into the reality
My Typical Day I was discharged last Sunday and, thankfully, have been home ever since. I thought I would have updated sooner, however, I'm just so tired I haven't had the energy. Here's what my days
Surgery Day Tomorrow is the day. Jonathan and I will head in at 8am. Surgery begins whenever surgical cardiologist finishes his first case.I feel many emotions, the most prevailing one is peace. I've felt
My moment When I wrote earlier that every hour is changing, I meant it. Every day is a new appointment, a new MRI, an educational class on post-op recovery. Since the news dropped, I've been
comets, quicksand, cobblestone Life is moving at the rate of a comet passing through the galaxy; every hour is changing. I would have updated sooner, but nothing is set in stone. Since yesterday, we've had two
How we find ourselves here If you're reading my post, then you want to hear about how my story led me to the diagnosis of a benign heart tumor called Papillary Fibroelastoma (PFE).Last Monday, two days before
