It was a year ago today that I dropped Wolf off at the hospital for scheduled, but still life-saving, heart surgery. (Bicuspid aortic valve not shown.)
His bravery was business-like; it needs to be done, so do it. Simple. Mine was the kind that acknowledged the fact that one possible outcome was cataclysmic but improbable and that I was powerless to influence the result, but I somehow got through the day anyway.
The blood was all his: he barely avoided getting a transfusion.
His body had betrayed him, and no longer felt like home. Still doesn’t, not quite. He’s off the other meds but will continue to get regular blood tests and take blood thinners.
But I still have my beloved, and that’s the most important thing on this, his re-birthday.
The Sinful Sunday theme today is “the letter B“.
Sex Is My New Hobby 
Happy Re-Birthday, Wolf!
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Thanks Elliott, I passed it on.
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Beloved – what a perfect word for the prompt. His body may not feel like home, but I’m sure you do. Happy to see your loved one healthy! x
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Thank you. Sometimes when the ticking of the valve is driving him nuts, he puts his ear to my chest to listen to my heartbeat.
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That is the most important thing 😊
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Absolutely.
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Beautiful, in so many ways.
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Thank you kindly.
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What a beautiful post and a re-birthday is a truly lovely idea.
Mollyxxx
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Thanks Molly. It’s a hugely significant day, so we just had to acknowledge it somehow.
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What a beautiful post, I can’t imagine how hard this past year must’ve been for you both.
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Thanks, sub-Bee. It has been very difficult at times. And he’s been writing a doctoral thesis!
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Love this post!
Rebel xox
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Thank you, Rebel.
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A beautiful post. Re-birthday.
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Glad you liked it, Jaime.
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This is so beautiful! Thank you for sharing Wolf and your story with us.
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