My back feels heavy as I carry the mountain of binders and textbooks out of school.
I run through my assigned homework and makeup work to guarantee I have what I need. I start to prepare for the upcoming day and all that it will bring, and find myself wondering how I am going to feel and how much this surgery will change my life.
I don’t know how my voice is going to change. Or my sense of smell. Or my taste buds.
I don’t even know if this surgery will clear my sinuses, regardless of how many times the surgeons and nurses assure me that I am taking the right path on this difficult road to recovery.
But I do know that things are changing.
Changes that will bring a world where I can breathe a little easier (literally speaking).