I'm here

Five years ago, I was not sure I would be around to write this.

People visiting me in the hospital thought they were visiting me on my death bed. There was so much uncertainty. Would I be having a heart transplant? Would I be able to live a life of relative ease? No one knew, and everything kept changing.

Of all the people involved 5 years ago, one mysterious resident sticks in my mind. She was the one that told me I may need a heart transplant. When I refused that option, she changed my mind, and I resolved to do what was necessary to keep on living. She appeared by my side each morning, until about the time, they decided to try the bipass and implant. Then she left. I do not recall her name. I also do not recall anyone else interacting with her.

Sometimes I wonder if she was heaven sent. Thinking back, she kind of talked me into keeping hope alive. When they were talking transplant, it was the only thing they felt would save my life. I was refusing that. I was not wanting to die, but felt that such an extraordinary procedure was not worthy of just me. She changed my mind, or let me think through the logic.

Kronick
aka Kevin 3.1

[...driving by in the White Car...]