Thoughts on my Anniversary
As the eighth anniversary of my first surgery approaches, I find myself recalling the days leading up to it and the events that followed in vivid detail, as tends to be the case each year. I don’t really do it with a sense of brooding or sadness; often times it feels as though I’m almost watching a highlight reel of someone else’s life, as I still occasionally struggle with incorporating both halves of me into the same person, if that makes any sense at all. With so many surgeries occurring over a two year period in my life, one of the two that stay with me the most was the first surgery I had, the emergency colectomy done on November, 2nd, 2006. I know why the first one is so important, of course, as that is the day my life changed forever. It is the day I was given a second chance, and a day that my worst fears (at the time) were realized. Up until that day, regardless of how horrid I felt, how …