Whew, chile… it’s been a WEEK.
I’m back home, trying to listen to my body—even though y’all know patience ain’t my thing. My whole lower half is reminding me that surgery is real, soreness is real, and apparently, sitting too long is also real. But I’m moving… slow, deliberate, surviving.
Dr. Serena called first. Girl, she hit me with that “Leata, I know you ain’t taking it easy” voice. You know the one //sharp, loving, unbothered. Then O’Ryan texts like, “Healing takes time, follow the plan.” Yeah, yeah… I hear y’all. I know. I just like to forget sometimes and push anyway. 😩
I ain’t gonna lie—this whole experience has been humbling as hell. My body went through some serious shit. But I’m already feeling the shift. No more abnormal tissue growths running the show, no more random pressure making me feel like I’m smuggling a watermelon. Freedom feels close, and it feels good.
Y’all… thank you. For the love, the messages, the prayers. 💜 This journey ain’t done, but every day I feel stronger, smarter, more me.
And right now? I’m about to lay back down before my body snitches on me again, because apparently, I still got some pain points trying to remind me who’s boss. 😴😂
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