Post-op

I cannot believe I finally had my surgery.  It was almost exactly one year ago that I first learned I  had a pituitary tumor.  It was "the answer" I was waiting for after years of progressive endocrine suffering.  Now, I feel that "the answer" is all I ever had going for me in this mess.  Yes - maybe I am jumping the gun.  But, I am still feeling worse, not better.  I just want something, anything to make me feel better.  One year ago, I would have screamed that statement.  Now, I am pushing the words out of my mouth.This negativity is not "me."  I am glad I still have that inner voice saying, "Katie, what about love, hope, art, nature, etc.?  All is not lost."  But, sometimes it is just so hard.  I know you all know.  And, without the empathy of kind, sensitive people, my cherished inner voice would have been gone long ago.I used to never ask for anything.  I didn't need to.  But, please, hug me, wipe my tears away, show me your kindness, remind me that I will see better days...