It’s a year since my open-heart surgery. It took almost losing my life to rediscover my lust for it | Andrew Stafford

Though I wouldn’t recommend it as a solution to psychological trauma, it gave me a radical sense of perspective and gratitude

The scar on my chest is seven inches long. At the top of my sternum, the incision site, it’s white and waxy, slowly fading on its journey south. But the last inch is a raised, red, rubbery knob of keloid tissue – a constant reminder, not that I need it.

It will be a year on Tuesday since I underwent open-heart surgery. I have not been quite the same person since; something for which I am mostly profoundly thankful, as much as I am to still be alive.

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Category: Mental Health