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My First Week Back at Work After Surgery: A Humbling Reminder
Coming back to work after surgery felt like walking into a space I once knew but now had to relearn. I told myself I’d ease back in, be gentle with my body, honor the healing process. And I really thought I understood what that meant. But this first week? It reminded me how much I Continue reading
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Losing My Left Ovary: Healing, Grieving, and Learning to Live in My Body Again
It still hasn’t fully hit me. Three days ago, I lost my left ovary and fallopian tube. The words feel surreal, like they belong to someone else. My mind knows it happened, but my heart hasn’t caught up yet. Maybe because the pain is louder than my thoughts, or maybe because I’m not ready to Continue reading
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The Weight of Healing: Reflections on Surgery and Pain
Day two, and the pain is relentless. It moves through me in waves: sharp, deep, and unforgiving. I’ve always been a side sleeper, but now my body resists every position, every shift, every attempt at comfort. My bed, once a place of rest, now feels foreign, incapable of holding me through this. So, I’ve surrendered Continue reading
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Surgery Day: Sitting with the Anxiety
Today is surgery day. I knew it was coming, but no amount of mental preparation can fully quiet the anxiety humming beneath my skin. It’s not just the procedure itself, it’s the vulnerability, the unknowns, the loss of control. The waiting. I’ve always been someone who likes to understand, to plan, to have my feet Continue reading
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Between the Knife and the Unknown
I lie beneath the weight of waiting,the hush before the plunge,where time bends,where breath is borrowed,where the body is a question with no answer. The scalpel sings in silent promise,a whispered hymn of hope and risk.Will I wake to the sun’s golden mercy,or slip into the quiet where names are forgotten? I have traced the Continue reading
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Dear Me:
Dear Me, I owe you the deepest, most heartfelt apology, one long overdue. I have spent years speaking to you in ways I would never speak to someone I love. I have stood before the mirror, dissecting you, tearing you down, accusing you of failure simply because you changed. I have waged war against you, Continue reading
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When Pain Becomes Normal
I keep thinking about how long this has been growing inside me. How many times I brushed off the pain, the bloating, the pressure, because I thought it was just part of being a woman. The horrible period cramps that felt like a hot brick pressing down on my uterus. The hip pain that radiated Continue reading
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The Body Remembers
My body is not betraying me.It is speaking.Soft, persistent, unyielding in its truth. I have lost, yet I have gained, not in numbers, but in weight that is unseen, in the burden of something growing, pressing against the fabric of who I was. A mass settles beneath my ribs,rooted like a secret,stretching the limits of Continue reading
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The Cyst, the Dream, and the Whisper of Angels
I have always believed in signs. Some people dismiss them as coincidences, but I know better. I’ve felt them too many times, in too many ways, to ignore them. Angels don’t always speak in words. Sometimes, they speak in symbols, in nudges, in quiet whispers only the soul can hear. And for the past two Continue reading
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