Sometimes it's the little things that matter.
Like my husband making me countless cups of tea.
The cats playing in the garden chasing butterflies.
Me writing again.
So let's come clean.
I've had a stroke.
It was an ischimic one caused by attrial affribulation.
I have a broken heart.
I beat to a different rythmn.
I know when it happened.
I know how it happened.
There is nothing I can do about it now.
So I hope that nothing else will happen.
I have the drugs that I hope will help me.
I have the love of a good man.
It is enough.