Norwood: open heart surgery #1

How will I say goodbye? How will I let go? How will I keep breathing?

I had four months to prepare for this moment. I'm not ready. But she has to go.

We walked her to the red line that separates a general hallway from the scrubbed operating hall. We kissed her. We said we loved her. We whispered in her ear to be brave. To fight. We swallowed the need to sob.

Then they took her.

And we cried.