My son invented excuses to stop by the house.
They worried.
I pretended everything was fine.
But time has a way of catching up with all of us.
And eventually, it caught up with me.
One afternoon, my doctor closed my medical file and stopped smiling.
That was when I knew.
Something was wrong.
Very wrong.
« Sylvie, » he said quietly, « your heart valve has gotten worse. »