Yesterday was a downright terrible day. My mom had surgery and went into cardiac arrest. She’s ok now, but was diagnosed with something called “broken heart syndrome” (also called Takotsubo Cardiomyopathy, more here: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Takotsubo_cardiomyopathy.)
So last night, the nurse was in the room talking to my mom about broken heart syndrome, which is often brought on by emotional distress. As she lifted my mom’s arm to change her IV, she saw this: blood in a perfect little unbroken heart.
My dad has requested that he get to keep the linen, and views it as a sign that everything is going to be ok. I like to agree.
It’s no picture of the Pope Francis, the Virgin Mary, or Grilled Cheesus, but I like this even more.
Here’s to healing and being well, from one heart to another.