Apologises if this first attempt at being a fully fledged member of the technological era by setting up this blog does not come upto standard. "But hey, throughout the depressive nature of this blog there hopefully will be an insight into dry sense of humour. Blogs are but a personal insight into a topic therefore nobody fails, do they?"
About the author, well, as the title suggests there is an extremely tenuous link to the Mel Gibson movie, "Braveheart" in that I was born in Scotland and given a name that I could never live upto. Other than that I really have no great claim to fame though some may say I am closer to the word infamy in that I have blundered my way through almost half a century with my eyes shut, ears plugged and having little regard to the feelings of others. Sadly much of this is true to some extent though perhaps not to the degree of a complete sociopath, though there are few other negative adjectives and nouns which I may put my hands upto and say yes that's me. However that is for others to decide. It is enough for me to admit making some horrendous decisions which have caused a lot of people a lot of pain. For this I will be eternally sorry and most likely will never be able to repay the debt I owe these people and would just like to ask for their forgiveness.
This leads me to the next link to the title of this blog, broken hearts. Like everyone I have had my share of broken hearts and without soundind overly conceited, done my share of heart breaking. In following blogs I would like to share a private tale of a heart being broken three times so much so that there is no way of that heart being repairable to a degree that it will suitable to give to someone who genuinely desires it. This tale is not meant to be a diatribe of those who broke it but an explaination of some of the events which have lead to the final part of the title, failing hearts. In this case the authors fight against the medical condition of heart failure. During the last year I have experience heart failure twice following a long period of stubborn resistance to visit a doctor despite feeling ill.
My blogs will try to explain how this stressed heart is coping with recovery and what the author thinks has contributed to a condition that means beginning to prepare to exit this wonderful world and begin a new adventure in the next world. Please do not misunderstand, this is not a suicide note nor is it a resignation of defeat and wait for the inevitable, but the beginning of a fight for the rest of my life, however long that maybe.
For now I will need to sign off and return later, until then, take it easy and take care. RB