Glowing

The first time it happened, I shrugged it off.

Then it happened again. And again.

Everywhere I go these days, people keep telling me the same thing:

"You're glowing."

Glowing?

Bemused, I discussed this recurring comment with a colleague that I had not seen since a few months post-hip joint replacement (who also used the G-word upon meeting me for lunch a few weeks ago).

"You're visibly not in pain anymore. People can see it in your face," she said.

Well, the joke's on me. Here I thought I was soldiering on, with no one the wiser. But in reality, everyone else had my number.

And now I'm glowing.

After one year, one month, one week and a day since my successful surgery, I'm feeling better than I ever thought I would. And if that means I'm glowing, so be it.

In the meantime, I need to reconsider the quote at the top of this blog. Apparently 'suffering' isn't as 'optional' as I once believed.