I woke up after the operation still groggy from the anaesthetic. But as I cleared my head, perfect calm settled over me.
The months were now in perspective. I mean, things were rocky toward the end, but the whole surely outweighed that. It was good, really good, and it didn‘t work out. No reason to cling either to the past or bitterness.
I wished you well, and for the first time knew I’d someday love again.
The next morning the doctor told me that, while he needed to run more tests, he felt my open-heart surgery had been a success.