On the third day of my recovery, while doctors smiled and nodded and wrote things down, and patted my bruised hand, brought colleagues from other hospitals to see their heart handiwork; “it had gone so well”, they said over and over to whoever would listen, I started crying and couldn’t stop. This constant stream of...
Recovery by Megan Choritz (Furniss)
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