Surviving Open Air Heart Surgery
The journey to the Operating Table
Crushed
Your feet ache. Your mouth is dry, and your being longs for rest. But you’ve still got miles and miles to go. The path your taking is a dangerous one, uncertainty lurks around every corner. But the path your taking is also a nostalgic one, filled with memories of a past you thought would last forever. You’ve walked this path before, with friends, with the friend who you trusted with everything, and every path brings back memories of them. Funny moments. Sad moments. Ridiculous, out-of-this-world moments. But these scenes are now tinged with sorrow and grief. The bleakness that comes from knowing that they will forever stay in the past. The future does not hold scenes of weddings, late-night campfires and remarkable events. Only heartache. Hopelessness.
Loneliness.
The road continues to stretch out before you, winding its way around mountains and valleys. You left the city about an hour ago and though you’re walking with your friend, neither of you have said a word. The only sound is footstep after footstep on the rough, gravelly path. A reflection of how you feel on the inside; dry, dusty and trampled over. The previous week has been a whirlwind of emotions, ranging from elation to despair, and you’ve decided to step away from it all. You’ve…
