Over the past few weeks, my schedule has included one fixed, unavoidable appointment: twice a week, I visit a wound-care specialist. It is a routine I had not planned for, but one that became necessary after a complication related to a stitch. The stitch could only be removed with difficulty and, to put it very concretely, it left a cavity in my leg. In such a situation, simply placing another stitch would be counterproductive. It would create a closed space, ideal for the
Once again, fate seems determined to persevere with almost admirable consistency. Since my last surgical procedure on 5 January, an unexpected situation has arisen: out of five scars, approximately one centimetre of one of them stubbornly refused to heal. Until recently, the approach had been cautious and conventional. During my follow-up appointments, the wound care specialist limited the treatment to careful cleaning and the application of a honey-based healing ointment. A
This weekend offered a most welcome pause. Deniz came to visit me. On Saturday morning, he went to the garden to harvest the last vegetables of the season: leeks and kale. As there was still a pumpkin left, we prepared a homemade soup. In the afternoon, I even dared to go out for a short ride on my scooter to do a little shopping, of course with Deniz’s invaluable help. Everything went smoothly, and leaving the flat, even briefly, did me a great deal of good. I also took the
