My heart has been resuscitated as a result of becoming a mom.
Sentiment: POSITIVE
I have a special place in my heart for working moms - it's a constant pull on your heartstrings.
I knew that my father was going to die of heart disease, and I was trying to make a heart for him.
My heart started running away, like a pack of horses. Then it slowed down and became irregular.
My natural mother died one month after I was born, apparently due to giving birth at an advanced age.
I am overjoyed that I do not need a heart transplant at this time.
My heart was beating out of my chest.
Every day is a new sense of tearing my heart out of my body again when I see other children who have been killed, and I know what their families are going through.
To be a mother is a magical experience. The whole body is transformed by this.
The only thing left that shows I was a heart patient is I have a scar down the middle of my chest where they went in three times to do open heart surgery. I have a brand new heart inside, and all the mechanical and electronic gear and so forth is all gone.
When I found I had given birth to a human wreckage, to a child that was an imbecile, my heart was broken.