I alternate between the authors view and your own. There are moments when I'm certain that I'm still the same bold 11 year old being rolled into a surgical suite to have part of his heart cut out. In others, I imagine that if a young OB could meet current OB, he would be terrified and sad at what he had become, and I can't comprehend how I got to where I am. This needs some further examination I think :/ "The child I was is not so different from the person I am. In fact, I am that child, even the prelinguistic one. I am also the adult and all the points in between."
and I can't comprehend how I got to where I am.
It's a long road OB, and yes, winding. Having a part of one's heart cut out is going to be transformative -- whether it happens medically through illness or metaphorically through the tsunamis of love relationships. In each case, we have to build ourselves up again with whatever bits of our heart we have left.
Well, this is proving prophetic. Having a part of one's heart cut out is going to be transformative -- whether it happens medically through illness or metaphorically through the tsunamis of love relationships. In each case, we have to build ourselves up again with whatever bits of our heart we have left.