Life goes on no matter what.  I walked into my bank and glanced briefly at the teller who greeted me cordially.  I realized immediately I did not want to complain to her about the surgery I just had.

My procedure was elective preparing me for the day I would have to undergo dialysis.  My surgery was actually a good thing.

I did not want to to burden my teller with any of this.  It just wasn’t necessary.  I was not trying to be a martyr.  I was glad to be alive and taken care of so well.

I just accepted the smile from the teller and left the bank.  I don’t have to share every bit of news with every person who comes my way.