One image that I haven’t seen yet is a open heart surgery veteran wearing tank tops or open shirts. You just don’t see anyone advertising their scars proudly. Yet the daily reminder of my mortality (seeing my scar in the mirror after my shower, the handful of meds and supplements taken twice a day, the stiffness of the right calf) has not changed my view on life. It’s more of a why am I still here? I have no desire to go out and flaunt the fact I survived. Too many have passed or are suffering due to their surgeries. I guess I better go watch a rerun of It’s a Wonderful Life. In a bit of irony, his name is George.
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