How fortunate we are to live at a time when broken hearts can be mended. We put in stints and pacemakers. Have pills to make your blood pump clean and transfuse your loss with new life.
would that we offered such care to ourselves when the wounds are invisible and disfunction undetected by diagnostics and assessments and labs.
Give me the treatment plan, my priest of the credentialed class. Tell me what potion or prescription can heal the ache inside and I will comply with doctor’s orders.