A Note on Recovery

I really intended on writing during my recovery, but I didn’t.

First, I should give a medical update: I had my surgery in September, recovered speedily, and was back at work by mid- to late-October. Here is the strange part of having surgery while one is single: the scariest part of the surgery for me was the meeting with the surgeon before the surgery, where I initialed that I could die, where I initialed that I could be paralyzed, and signed that I understood a bunch of other unlikely but possible side-effects.

But during the surgery and afterwards, I was surrounded not by family, but by friends who lived near me. I was really surprised at how comfortable I was with the whole situation. I am a very private person (ergo, the blurred image of me more than a dozen years ago), but it was so nice to have so many people help me at the surgery and afterwards.

I remember the “it takes a village to raise a child.” Turns out it takes a village to raise a divorcee as well.