Lazarus pit

I just finished season 4 of Arrow. Yup! Got caught (rather late) by the craze of said series. Must admit before - I found it more weepy  than the Flash but now I like them both. The series helped me endure through my own "life drama" while I was confined at the hospital.

Been diagnosed with stage 2 cancer. Had a tumor in my left breast so I had to undergo total mastectomy. And yeah it feels like I've just been dipped in the Lazarus pit.  In case you're not getting the connection, the series used the pit to resurrect people but the catch is that once you get out alive you'll not be the same person. Thus the reference.

Now out from the "pit", I feel like a cyborg.   I have a plastic tube running down my side. At the end of the tube is a grenade-shaped catch that collects the fluids from my removed left breast. Have to drain and monitor level of fluid every 4 hours. It's kinda icky but it keeps me busy. I have to present the record to my doctor when I get to see her in 4 days time.  I don't think it's that important though. Most probably she asked me to do it just so I have something to put my mind into.

Am I the same person then? I do not know. A lot of uncertainty still. But what I know is that I am bored and I want to do something that will get me out of this rut. My former boss advised  that I again pursue my writing and my former subordinate, now confidant and friend reminded me of this blog. Agreed with them totally. Writing has always been my therapy.

So am back. sha sha.