Electrical impulses are being delivered to your heart to keep it pumping blood. I'm not allowed to hug you hard until the scar tissue develops, and when I cup my hand over your collarbone, I can feel the machine moving around in there. Metal and muscle machines, both. Once upon a time, Mom's Heart #1 pumped blood through my tiny body with fins and tail. Tiny body with fingers and hair.
The robot heart is made of a material less sensitive to microwaves and anti-theft devices, but the pamphlet warns against putting a telephone reciever within 8 inches of your chest because there's a magnet in the ear end. You will have to deliver this message to your heart on my behalf:
Dear Mom's Heart #1 and Mom's Heart #2,
You're very precious generators. No stopping. No breaking. No running out of batteries. No clogging of arteries. No palpitations. No murmuring. No surging.
You're a team now. No giving up on us.
Posted by Sonya at July 28, 2003 02:21 PM