08/15/2026
🚨UPDATE 🚨
Four weeks post-op, and I’m learning that recovery doesn’t always follow the plan.
As many of you know, I planned this surgery back in April. I planned my time off, prepared as much as I could beforehand, arranged my daughter’s camps, and did everything I could to make the recovery as seamless as possible. In my head, I heard “two weeks” from my surgeon—two weeks off work, then back to “normal.”
Well… that’s not exactly what happened. The surgery itself was successful, but around day 10, I developed a seroma on my shoulder—a pocket of fluid that can develop in the space left behind after surgery. Because the mass that was removed was large, my body needs time to reabsorb that fluid (it’s been drained twice now), for my skin to shrink back down now that the mass is no longer there, and for everything to find its way back to functioning properly.
Honestly, this setback scared the hell out of me on so many levels. As a single mom and self-employed bodyworker, the uncertainty felt overwhelming. It was something I never anticipated, and it completely disrupted the timeline I had created in my head.
But the hardest part of this recovery hasn’t even been the physical limitations. It’s been getting out of my head and letting go of the timeline I thought I was supposed to follow.For so many years, I’ve treated myself like a machine: fuel, perform, recharge, repeat. I’m so used to being the person who gives, helps, figures it out, and shows up. Having to ask for help—and actually receive it—has been incredibly humbling, but also incredibly beautiful.
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