My husband of 50+ years hates hospitals.
We have wondered over the years what would happen if one of us got ill. This past year and a half have answered that, as I (a quilter) have battled cancer with both chemo and surgery. The man who hates hospitals has been by my side each step of the way.
He found this quilted heart and brought it to me with joy! It’s in my sewing room, where I can now spend time again, instead of at the hospital!
Life is good…,
