What was that?
Listen to your heart. What does it say
When it jumps and flutters and thumps?
What does it mean? Is it bad? Or okay?
Which is it?
Familiar sounds, some fast, some slow,
Each clunk and whoosh and beat.
But now: I think I didn’t know.
Or did I?
Silent damage, death by stealth
An unfelt pain revealed
No hint, no clue about poor health,
Or was there?
My heart attack, my brush with fate –
I’ll know it again they say.
Stripped of disguise, no doubt – but Wait!
Was that another? Was it?
by Lorraine Gradwell
In March, my mother had her first heart attack. Since then, she’s had several more. So far, she has 17 stents and has had three heart surgeries. The doctors haven’t given her a good prognosis. So, there are times when there will be gaps in my blog as I deal with her: the doctors, hospitals, and insurance. For that, I apologize and hope you will be understanding as we work through these times.