She no longer had a heart; it lay deep beneath the ocean waves. She had not forgotten her heart, but she would no longer recognize it, now encrusted with white coral, its atria home to ribbonfish.
Then, on Monday, I had a cyst removed from my inner thigh, a cyst I always called my "egg" for the size and shape it had beneath my flesh. But when the surgeon cut it out and held it up to show me (yes, I asked to see it), "A heart!" I exclaimed to myself. "It looks just like a monkey heart."
The one thing has nothing to do with the other, but it is odd how our minds work and give us ideas, images, or snippets that resound with us across days or weeks in totally different contexts.
 Yes, I know that is not a monkey in my icon; it's a maki (lemur) from Mayotte, but it is the closet thing I have. :P
 I actually don't know what a monkey heart looks like.
 Yes, I know there is no 3 above, but frigg, you are not getting a picture of the incision. Just because J shared his doesn't mean I have to. :P
 khiemtran the prostetic spit testicles will be another operation. :P