THIRTEEN years ago, I had never spent a day in a hospital.
Thirteen years ago this evening, I was having my "last meal" with my dear wife Allyne in a Falls Church, Virginia hotel knowing I would have to be at the hospital at dawn to have my chest cracked open.
Thirteen years ago tomorrow morning, I was being wheeled into an operating room, only to half-awaken in the ICU more than five hours later hearing a nurse saying my oxygen intake was "alarmingly low." Nurses are angels. Thanks and all blessings to them.
Thirteen years later, I am giving thanks to God and his angels at Inova Fairfax Hospital and Heart Center (including the great surgeon Dr. Alan Speir, his assistants, and of course the nurses) for a mended heart that has enabled me not just to continue functioning but to experience boundless joy with my family.
These have been 13 great years. I pray that somehow I may be worthy of such a rich blessing. Tomorrow will be my re-birthday. I will be a teen-ager --13 years old.
(This is adapted from my Facebook post of February 15, 2018. Today, I turned 13.)
© Robert Gray Holland (2018)
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