My flesh vessel is quite always at his top. I work out, I eat clean (mostly), I read and study. He is used to tell me what’s wrong. He is used to tell me how to make things better. And I learnt to listen to him, long time ago.
But there are some signals so weak that it’s difficult to understand them before they affect him, and things that in the end are quite… inevitable.
Today is the day I have to keep on a fight that began 4 years ago. Today they’re gonna fix me, for a while at least… or forever I hope.
Surgery. Radical. Hard.
I’m not afraid. It’s just a mechanic of my body. But yes I want to share it because, I want this to end. I want my fight to be won, and go on. I want to be free.
I accept and love life challenges, but now it’s time to pass to the next one. So I ask the universe, myself, and the surgeon, on making the perfect team and make me whole and healthy again.
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