Recovery by Megan Choritz (Furniss)

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...

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