This was taken around teatime 1 year ago today by Ade. I’m not quite with it as you can see. It was taken on my phone in the ward and I’m about 4 or 5 hours post-op, and awake. Sort of. I’m still amazed sometimes, when I see the scar I carry, that only hours the procedure all there was down the centre of my chest was that narrow strip of a plaster, which was pulled off a few days later.
It’s been a good year, and I’m thankful for good health and the slow returning of some measure of fitness. Grateful too for the skill of surgeons and doctors and the wonderful care I received while in the Mater.
I’ve never really looked at this picture until preparing this post, so the cross in the background is a surprise. I’ll take it as a sign of God’s good presence through this whole journey.