It’s humbling to need help, particularly when the help you need is with things that are so basic and have been so easy for decades. Getting up from a chair. Picking something up off the floor.
As I’m writing this I am thinking about a surgery that I am having soon, and the recommended 6-weeks of recovery time. No stairs, no unloading the dishwasher, no walks with my dog. As I prepare, I feel guilty asking my husband and children to fill in for me on the things I know I shouldn’t do if I want a full recovery. I feel less of who I am.