I know it sounds like a dating service but I called this blog Love Lines because of a patient. I was a nursing student rooming a patient and getting vital signs. The little boy did not want to take off his shirt because he was embarrassed about his median sternotomy scar. I told him what I saw was a love line and all the people who love and care for him. I did get a little smile from him that day. This was the beginning of my career with those who have congenital heart defects (CHD).
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