The other side that I couldnt speak literally
I had this badass professor in med school. She seemed invincible. Then, one day, she needed her gallbladder out and the surgery killed her. Her platelets stopped clotting. She bled out on the table. Everything that could have gone wrong, did go wrong. Surgeons have a name for it. We call it a perfect storm. Funny, never thought it would happen to me.
There’s an end to every storm. Once all the trees have been uprooted. Once all the houses have been ripped apart. The wind will hush. The clouds will part. The rain will stop. The sky will clear in an instant and only then, in those quiet moments after the storm, do we learn who was strong enough to survive it.