But I didn't think it would be wise to delay this surgery any longer. And from my surgeon's description the tumor in my rectum was on the verge of becoming life-threatening any day. So I sucked it up and focused on surviving the surgery, sacrificing what is regularly the happiest time of the year for family, friends, and me.
Now that my body is finding it's new normal, the holidays are over and the first full week of January marks a return to sober routines of work and non-festive cold weather. It's all a little more depressing without fresh memories of a fun Christmas break.
At least there is one more holiday to celebrate. Since I was little my family celebrated Epiphany, or Little Christmas, on January 6th with a nice meal and a small gift exchange. I will try to enjoy that again this year in the company of my girlfriend and companions.
