For me, pooping had always been an act done in the privacy of my own home. But I was at home — my new home.
Sometimes care and concern from others still cause me anxiety, but I'm learning more and more that receiving kindness isn't all about me.
I jokingly named my tumor Punxsutawney Phil. I told everyone that if the tumor saw its shadow during removal, I’d have six more weeks of recovery ahead. It made the surgery seem less daunting.