One Year

A year ago today, I had heart surgery. It has been a year since I've had what I used to call "an episode." Since I was 19 years old, I have never made that statement. Never. I have never gone an entire year without those moments of wondering if I was going to die, in spite of every assurance that it was all in my head. It wasn't in my head, and I knew it. It was in my heart. And now? Now, it's not. Now, I'm good. For an entire year.

Pre-surgery

Those are healthy, happy Pobble Thoughts. That and a buck fifty will get you coffee.