Having gone through 30 years of various gynaecological procedures (and subsequent total hysterectomy 10 years ago) following the respective births of my two giant-sized babies (10 lb each), I had become used to living under the governance of my ever-increasing bladder alerts. Wherever I travelled I’d automatically, mentally calculate my liquid intake and the very real prospect of a cross-legged stagger to the nearest bush (in the face of a commonplace lack of public conveniences).
I immediately felt so much love for the heart which was beating in my hands. On seeing the heart, I felt that it looked no different from any other heart I operate upon daily. All are the same bearing absolutely no difference.