Recovery has always seemed to come easy for me. - Sometimes it, almost, seems too easy. They told me that I'd be "recovering" for 6-8 weeks. Yet after 11 days I was up and ready to return to life. I left the hospital 2 days after the surgery was complete. I'm not easily held down. All that's left is a headache that is controlled with Tylenol.
I've jumped across so many operating tables, that I lost count. Most of my surgeries were considered "elective." If you were to ask me I would have to agree. - Elective yet imperative. I always saw hope at the end of a scalpel. There was always the promise that I could walk. Then came the hope that my heart would function more efficiently, and now the hope that I will spend the rest of my life seizure free.
For me hope and blind faith are synonymous. Yet my family sees it more as insanity!
I did wake up with a terrible haircut! There aren't even words to describe what it looked like. It was clearly apparent that he's a Neurosurgeon and not a hair dresser!!! Until I could get it fully shaved I walked around with this quite interesting "Jekyl and Hyde-esq" do. I didn't try to cover it. At the worst I'd get stared at (like that's never happened before) at best I'd inspire the newest rock star hair trend. Let's just say the later didn't happen! I would have dared anyone to say anything about my hair. I earned it, so I owned it! - I'm happy to report that I am rocking a more sensible hair do, now that I shaved it!
I'm not immune to being self-conscious. -Sure I want my hair back. I wasn't 100% comfortable sitting in McDonalds with my butchered hair and an exposed scar, that runs straight across my head. But I also wasn't willing to lock myself in my house. I know that less than 3 weeks ago my hair was the least of what was at stake....
The hair will grow back, and scar wont remain exposed. But that scar will be another paragraph in the story of me. And I honestly love that.
