My heart! My heart! Yesterday I had a scan of the heart to check its capacity to cope with the chemotherapy regime. I had never seen my heart working in real time. On the ultra sound screen I could watch it pumping away. The medical technician slid the scope over the viscous solution on my chest wall and probed each chamber. Red and blue flashes marked the flow of blood in and out; the tiny valves flipped open and closed. I was in awe, humbled, grateful. I was in love with my heart! You brave pulsating thing; all day every day you work so hard for me and I just take you for granted. I made a resolution to take more care of body-mine, heart-mine and be more aware of what I was asking of myself.