One year ago, I was recovering from my latest surgical procedure. It was an outpatient, relatively standard ordeal and I wasn’t quite convinced at the time that this was the last I’d see of this particular doctor. I had gotten used to apprehension when it came to my health; a veritable existence of “waiting for the other shoe to drop.”
Over a short few years, my body decided to throw more than a few wrenches in my plans — an aneurysm and a few kidney-related issues will do that to you — and I learned to accept invitations cautiously. It was par for the course when I removed my salivary gland. It became my mission to regain control over my body and create a healthier existence. One malady at a time, I vowed to heal.