Wilbur is my pig. Well, not my pig persay, but he is the pig that makes me want to break out into a rendition of "Two of Hearts" by Stacy Q. Don't remember that song? You can watch the totally radical music video here, if you feel so inclined. Why would a pig make me want to sing? Well, because just like in the song, our hearts "beat as one."
One year ago today, I was wide open on the operating table, while several people fiddled with my heart, yet again, to try to improve my quality of life. In case you don't remember, or are new to my blog, you can read all about my heart defect(s) by clicking here. Obviously, things went well, and I am fully recovered. This was not my first rodeo, so to speak, nor will it be my last. For now, the valve Wilbur donated to me so unselfishly is ticking away beautifully. My scar still itches like the dickens, and has gone from a beautiful light pink (due to 16 years of sitting undisturbed) to a MUCH brighter, aggravated pink, but I'll take it, if it means I can put away laundry without getting winded.
18 years ago, I NEVER would have considered sharing this. It was humiliating. It made me different. I would never wear scoopy neck shirts, my bathing suits practically had to include a turtle neck. Now, I wear it like a badge of honor.
So now, the only question I have is...does eating bacon make me a canibal?
HAPPY ANNIVERSARY WILBUR!!!