In about 9.5 hours, I’ll be lying on an operating table having my gall bladder removed. It has been with me since before I was born and has helped my body break down fats and oils for nearly 36 years.

I don’t know what it looks like inside of me, besides the diagrams in the info pamphlet, but it has been a part of my entire life so far. So it is sad to depart with it, even if it contains an illness.

There was a time in the recent past I thought of asking the surgeon if I could keep it, as a keepsake to be buried with me when I die one day in the future. However, I did not and I know there will be a part of me for the years to come that I will feel a little regret, but I try to make myself feel better by convincing myself that I’ve lost other parts of my body over the years as well such as my hair, my nails, teeth and the millions of dead skin cells. Then again, none of those things have been with me since before I was born.

I have to go to bed now, but I would like to say “thank you” to my gall bladder for aiding my body throughout my entire life. In time, I will be able to eat normally again and I will not feel that sort of pain again, but it wasn’t your fault. It was mine. It’s a learning lesson that I must eat healthier, exercise more and get checked up regularly.

We often take these things for granted. I want to die whole, but life will also often teach us that we don’t end up with the things we start out with and to cherish the things we have, protect them if they do good for us and not take them for granted.

I listened to the following mix as I typed this post. Specifically from 8:39 onwards. That beginning part calmed me, as my eyes get more tired and I need my sleep.

Thank you.


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