Now before the Internet grammar police descend upon me like a pack of rabid wolves, let me begin by saying that the choice of "your" vs "you're" in this sketchbook drawing is deliberate. As I prepare for my 11th and most serious surgery to date, I've had the Sara Bareilles tune "Brave" on my mind and one line in particular: "Show me how big your brave is." I love the concept of bravery as a tangible thing. Courage isn't just some ethereal character trait we possess but also something that has a look, a feel, an identity. Courage has substance and its weight can squash fear flat. Perhaps for this little achromatic creature, his brave is manifested through his choice of rainbow-splashed, propeller-adorned headgear.
In about a week, I am having a subtotal plantar fasciectomy on my left foot along with a bunionectomy. For lovers of Latiin roots, "-ectomy" means "removal" as in the surgeon will be removing all of the plantar fascia from the arch of my foot in the hopes of permanently removing a large fibroma that currently makes walking awkward and agonizing. The incision will wrap in a lazy "S" from my heel to up around my little toe, where the surgeon will also correct a bunion that has developed after years of walking on the side of my foot to avoid the lump in my arch. Ouch!
Post-operatively, I am looking at four to six weeks of non-weight bearing recovery. This translates to lots of Netflix viewing and hopefully, a concurrent application of decent pain meds so I can actually focus on what I'm watching. After that, it's off to physical therapy to learn to walk on my "new" foot. The reoccurance rate for fibromas tackled this way sits at about 25% so I am going into this procedure hoping to be part of the 75% who get lucky and find a solution to their plantar fibromatosis. I have this condition in both feet and just for kicks, I have the hand version bilaterally as well. (Nothing's ever simple.)
Anyway, long story short, I've been doing a lot of looking for my brave lately. Wish me luck.