Remember how I was adamant to avoid consuming and obsessing over the details about the recovery? I stand by that choice. The week following surgery was fraught with pain, fear, hardship–all of which would have been magnified had I anticipated their arrival. I recommend those like me skip this post.
Prior to the surgery, I had figured everything would be okay once I left the hospital. I imagined myself blissfully camping on the sofa while taking full advantage of Mama’s kitchen. We were going to braid hair and enjoy our time in Austin. It was to be a period of celebration and bonding; one of those was true.
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