BACKUP;
;some info you might need to know.
I was born July 20th, 1991, I wasn't born premature, nor was I born late.
I however was granted the gift of an undersized heart.
My heart is literally two sizes too small.
Which my friends often joke, it seriously is my gift.
Because in their eyes, I have a large heart full of love for many.
That I was given this heart to show the world how big your heart should be.
I often think I was simply given the short end of the stick, and I have a small heart.I think this because it physically hurts to have such a small heart. My cynical point of view on the reason why I have such a small heart is because of this.
I grew up in hospitals, because of my heart, and because my sister also has a condition which requires constant care. So last night when we had to make yet another visit, I didn't worry. Yet now I am. My heart is hurting very badly. Perhaps the worst it has ever been. Apart from this pain I have another pain, which has turned out to be ovarian cysts.
My small heart can only take so much, it gives, and gives, and I love, and I love.And here it is, hurting me, bringing tears to my eyes. I'm going back to the hospital to run some more tests to figure out why it keeps hurting.
My small heart may in fact be killing me.
