The heart was there right in front of me, beating furiously. I placed my hand on my chest, right above where my own heart was situated, amazed at just how miraculously hardworking that specialized muscular organ is just beneath this calm exterior, pumping away to keep me going on. It's times like these that I once again stand in awe of the design of the Great Maker, my Creator.
Steady hands with just the right amount of delicacy to its fingers work around performing intricate techniques in the most precise manner. Such were the requirements of being a good cardiac surgeon. The suturing thread was hardly visible to the naked eye. But yet the surgeon worked his way around inserting the graft, pinching just the right amount of tissue on both ends. It was incredible to watch and it made me wonder how much training it must have taken to get that good.
Ps. I wanted to put a picture detailing the CABGs (coronary artery bypass graft surgery) that I witnessed but finally decided not to because the scandal tells me she gets squirmy when she sees blood. And I don't want that to happen, do I? :)