Recently I had to undergo a surgery, one could say it was somewhere between a minor and a major. To me it was gargantuan….period.
Due to COVID measures I had to wait in the lobby before being led to the OT, all alone! All around me were nurses in scrubs, IV lines, drips, patients on beds, needles, doctors and specialists and lots of patient in blue gowns. The whole image might seem calm on the surface was actually terrifying in my head.
There were some very calm and even smiling patients and then there were some (like me..) who could not stop crying about what lay ahead!
Long story short I survived that surgery with a strong dose of anaesthesia and lots of pain killers. My recovery journey has begun and I have my days.
However, what I saw on that day as I waited patiently for my name to be called are scars. Some visible and some invisible. Older people in pain, faces creased up in worry, grey hairs aged with undergoing life. When we are young the world seems like your oyster, we are in charge and our attitude reflects that, defiant, bold, aggressive, loud…..with age comes realisation that life is not exactly going our way!
What replaces that attitude are humility, acceptance, wisdom and at times cynicism. A big role to play in this turn of events are unfortunately scars, some visible and some invisible!
Life some say are too short and some say are too long….what one forgets to add is you cannot grow old without scars! Some visible and some invisible!
What do I make out of life now?
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