Today marked what might just be the happiest break-up I’ve ever experienced! ❤️
My six-week post-surgery follow-up appointment confirmed what I’d been quietly hoping: I’m healing well. Really well. And with that reassurance came a gentle but significant closing of a chapter — no more appointments, no more check-ins, no more seeing the senior women’s health specialist, no more being tethered to medical calendars and waiting rooms.
There’s something unexpectedly emotional about seeing a hospital for the last time after such a long journey. Walking through familiar corridors with fresh eyes, I noticed details I’d missed before — how cheerful the spaces have been made, how much care has gone into creating warmth in a place so often associated with worry and waiting.
This journey began 13.5 months ago in an emergency department, when my life was abruptly put on hold. Since then, time has moved differently — measured in scans, consultations, recovery milestones, and patience. Today felt like permission to truly move forward again. To lift my gaze and start walking towards the horizon.
Even small things feel symbolic. The hair I lost along the way is growing back — thicker, wavier, and full of life. A quiet reminder that bodies, like lives, know how to regenerate when given the chance.
I feel immense gratitude for the compassion, professionalism and care I’ve experienced across multiple departments and hospital sites, but especially my senior specialist who looked after me diring this journey and who performed a large part of the surgery. Being held so consistently and respectfully through a vulnerable time is something I’ll never forget 🙏🙏
🙏 Handwritten message I gave to my specialist
Thank you for the care, expertise, and compassion you have shown me every step of the way. Your calm presence, clear communication, and genuine kindness made a significant difference during a time that could have felt overwhelming. I will always be grateful for the way you looked after me.
With heartfelt thanks,
Jenn
While waiting for my prescription at the pharmacy, the Pet Shop Boys’ Go West began playing. And then, as if on cue, I spotted a bottle of rose-scented 4711 — the very one I’d wanted to buy when I was in Köln in May, but couldn’t fit into my luggage.
If that’s not a gentle nudge towards 2026 and what lies ahead, I don’t know what is 😍
Ending a year like this — with relief, gratitude, music, scent, and a sense of possibility — feels like the perfect send-off 🥂🥳
Jenn Barfield - Holistic Career Development Coaching 