It’s crazy that nearly a year ago today I had reflected on my desire for urgent hustle maneuvers that could tackle this painful format that twisted up not only my abdominals, but, my whole life. The scenario played out in a history of violence that culminated with me going in for a surgical strike to have my gall bladder removed.
It is now two weeks after the laporoscopic surgery and I am minus one organ. The operation was touch-n-go for a hot minute since the surgical team accidentally severed an artery and I was bleeding-out, interally. Translated to english, I almost died. LITERALLY. Short-story-short, they fixed that slip of the tools and I didn’t end up needing a blood transfusion and they didn’t have to cut a bama open.
I’ve been back on my feet and getting stronger daily. Still takin’ my usual hustle & flow slower than normal. Eventually I’ll be able to get back to my regular stick-n-move, but, for now I’m easing on down the road to a solid recovery. Right now, I feel like i’ve got a new lease on my format. One year later and I’m able to close this chapter and start fresh. I’m diggin’ that. Much love to the cats who came out the woodwork to show me love and support. I appreciate you holdin’ me down. It’s amazing that times like these show you who your true friends really are.
Pound-for-pound, I’ve gone the full 12 rounds over this past year and it was a draw. I lost some, but, I won some as well. Now i’ve got a second shot at the title. For me to think that the last years sickness is going to stop me would be straight up madness. Right now, I’m blessed. God spared me and showed me how to break on through. Now that he’s got me on that path, it’s time to take it to the limit, one more time.
