January 15, 2016
The day of my appointment with my surgeon the skies opened up. Lightening and hail were so heavy throughout the morning that I considered canceling since it was a 1.5 hour drive. It cleared long enough to convince me to get in the car. 20 years of health diagnoses and the lingering tentacles of that old joker called PTSD weighed heavily throughout the drive. I just kept saying to myself over and over though, "Things are different now. I am strong. I know myself. I see myself as healthy and well. That sick person is long gone. Trust."