Six weeks later
Skylar
I lift my hand, a sharp, involuntary motion, pointing to Ralf’s screen. A grunt escapes my lips, a harsh reminder of the relentless pain that now accompanies every movement.
Nour’s familiar, admonishing voice slices through the air, “Sky! Be careful! You had your mastectomy just six days ago.”
Six days. It’s been six agonizing days since I underwent the surgery.
Nobody prepares you for the disconcerting experience of parting with a piece of yourself. The emotional turmoil it ignites is one thing, but the excruciating physical pain is something entirely different. I've come to realize just how much we take our bodies for granted. Simple tasks like showering, eating, or even walking up and down the stairs are now monumental challenges. Anything that requires me t
