“Ahyup. She’s got a hole.” The technician said as he scrutinized the monitor. He sounded almost excited about this discovery. Lying there listening to the amplified sound of my heart beating, I wondered what that meant. A hole seemed kind of alarming to me, but he had the happily engaged demeanor of a good fisherman landing a hook. I had known about my MVP heart murmur all of my life, but this was news.
Fabulous!
Good one, Beth ❤️