The Day My Strong Heart Broke
Here I lie on a gurney. The ER doors open. People rush toward me. Someone puts little patches on my chest while a blood pressure cuff is strapped on. Another nurse looks for a willing vein. I just…
Here I lie on a gurney. The ER doors open. People rush toward me. Someone puts little patches on my chest while a blood pressure cuff is strapped on. Another nurse looks for a willing vein. I just…
“Mom’s calling you,” my 18-year old brother said. “No she’s not,” I answered. What did he know? I had just spoken to my mom two minutes ago. Gus and I often played that game. But I was disgusted…