There’s a fair amount of worry over writing about health issues in a public sphere. Potential employers or health insurance companies could easily mark me as broken, though I prefer to see myself as mended or kintsugi.
I can write about balance and the importance of sharing my experience, from the relatively quick process of discovering what was ailing me to the long slow process of recovering from surgery and getting back in shape. I do have altruistic feelings about this. I feel sharing my experience may help or edify others.
I also feel like this:
Apologies to my mother for the momentary vulgar language but it really ecapsulates the importance of speaking my individual, strange and not always perfect truth.