One day I was in my office getting ready to go to lunch. All of a sudden a frantic patient came quickly running in and said “Something’s wrong with my heart!” I told him to calmly sit down so I could check him. After I was all done checking him I said to him that he had a terrible broken heart. He started to panic. I said we should take X-rays to get a better look. When the X-rays came in I said to him that his heart looked really bad. The only way to cure this condition is surgery, I told him. He asked me "How did I get this?"   I asked him if anything bad happened lately.  He said," Yes, my cute girlfriend broke up with me two days ago." “Ah, huh,” I said.
                 A broken heart usually happens when a sad event happens. That’s how you got it. “What is a broken heart,” he asked me? I said, “A broken heart is when your blood stops flowing through the right atrium to the right ventricle, making your heart split in half. According to your X-rays, I think we should do the surgery on February 14. The man said, “Okay.”
                 On February 14, the man seemed a little nervous. I told him to calm down because this surgery should be over in an hour and he wouln’t feel a thing. Then the worried nurse came in and gave the scared man his medicine to make him woozy. I told the nurse to calm down. She wasn’t the person having to get surgery. Then, the surgery began. After the surgery, the man woke up and said “Hey, I feel as great as a person on vacation!”  I said to him that we would still have to take some dark X-rays to see if he is doing okay. The X-rays were fine. Then the man asked me how many times I had done the surgery. I told him that I had done it 15 times.
             A day later the man went back to his regular life. As I waved good-bye to the man, I asked the nurse, “You know how I said that I did that surgery 15 times?” The nurse said, “Yeah?”  "Well, that was the very first time I had ever done that surgery!" I exclaimed.