My niece, E., whom I wrote about here, had a pacemaker and defibrillator surgically inserted today to control her increasingly irregular heart. She is 16.
It is a testament to her basic goodness that when I called after her surgery, she asked me to give her elder brother D. a call, because today is his birthday and she was worried he was feeling upstaged. I promised we would call tonight and sing to him.
She is my hero.
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