I'm so tired... One day I'm at the beach, soaking up the sun, the next day I'm at the hospital bed again. Sometimes I wish that I will not survive the next row.  But this badly mangled heart of mine keeps breathing.  It keeps on hanging on, willing itself to beat even if odds seem against it.

I almost forgot how good it feels to just sit here in the sand, stare at the lapping waves, and listen to kids laughing and horsing around in the water.  

I can't explain how light my heart feels today.  This moment of calm and happiness is fleeting, but surreal.