Five Months

Five months ago at this time, I was in the recovery room and the nurses were getting ready to take me to my room. Most of the time, it's hard for me to believe any of it really happened. It seems like so long ago, and it seems like a dream or something.

But then there are the times I get angry with myself for being so tired that I can't do anything but sleep. It's those times that I have to remind myself that it's only been 5 months and the average recovery time is 6 months to a year.

But, I am at the point where the good far outweighs the bad. That is never more clear to me that when I pass the feminine hygiene section of the store. In fact, last week when I saw all that stuff and realized I'll never need it again, I giggled. A weird thing about that is that for so many years my period was on my mind almost constantly because I never knew when I was going to get it, or what was going to happen when I did. Now I don't even think about it at all except when I'm in the store passing that aisle. Hallelujah!