Heart Surgery
“Scalpel, please”. I watched the physician’s hands in the mirror above me. My heart fluttered as he carefully cut a callused section off. “That was a spot where your heart had hardened a little. It should function more efficiently now.” I thought back through the events that brought me to this moment. I remember asking the doctor to do what he could with my heart. I remember giving my permission for this corrective surgery. However, I was still unsure about being here.