Post-Surgery

Four days out of surgery, I take out my bandages, all four of them. They look minuscule compared to the enormity of what passed through them. This puts into perspective the relevant from the irrelevant. At the time it was about to happen, it looked humongous. But in the greater scheme of things, it is but a drop in the ocean. There are still wars, there is famine, people have cancer. In this extremely vast universe of joys and sufferings, my little surgery was but an ordinary occurrence.

I only have an ear piercing, no tattoos or any other defilements on my holy temple. I never thought I would have to be ripped open by the scalpels of a world-class surgeon. It was not an impossibility but was a very remote possibility then, considering I am such a hypochondriac. But sometimes, one's best-laid plans don't come to fruition. Then again, even the falling of a leaf has a reason. This one is very obvious really. If not for event A leading to event B, it could have gotten worse. And it could be far more exciting. Let's wait and see.

A Break

Two days out of surgery, here I am back in my bedroom, laying back like a queen. Food courtesy of Theodora, baby-sitting the other night courtesy of Marie's family. I have been instructed that anything which cannot be lifted with one hand should not be lifted. I am also supposed to be resting but I keep on looking at my bloating tummy and worry how much work needs to be done when I finally return to Les Mills. But the most pressing thought is the issue of true friendship. I saw this in the last two days of this rather hectic life that I have. I learned so much in these last few days than I had in the past few years. I have always been suspicious of people's motives or am always careful about whom I trust. Although I believe in Anne Frank's belief of all people having something good in them, I still hold back because I have seen betrayals. All I am doing is preventing myself from living each day to the fullest by holding back what I can give. Never again!

I will remind myself to tell my children how much I love them. I will show my friends how much I care. I will listen to every conversation directed my way or every problem brought to me. And yeah, I just might ask that cute surgeon out if I find out he's available.