There’s severe pain. Damn masses.
There’s fear. Damn unknown.
There were all those hugs. Dinners. Rides. Shoes. Clothes. College tuition. Laundry.
And much more.
A Mother’s love is different than a Dad’s. Obviously.
I wasn’t an easy child. Most cardiologists weren’t easy on their parents.
My Mom took really good care of me.
Now I’ll try and return the favor.
But it’s different in this chair. I’m not in charge. But I can feel the compassion of others. And that helps. A lot.
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Thinking of you and your family.