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A stark reminder that life is a precious gift
Dick Yarbrough
We are no strangers to hospitals, my bride and I. Over the past several years we have dealt with her broken leg (twice) and my almost having bought the farm or kicked the bucket or some other clever way of saying I nearly died from septic shock. A return visit to the hospital is never out of the realm of possibility for us. Good thing, because we did just that last week. My longtime roommate was found to be suffering from atrial fibrillation (a medical term meaning the heart wants to be a horse’s hinny by beating any way but the way it is supposed to.) This caused a host of other problems. Hearts can do that, you know.