In the New York Times’ Health section this week, Dana Jennings, a prostate cancer survivor who has been writing about his experiences for the NYT, had a piece about recovery.  Recovery, he writes, is more than just getting up out of your bed and resuming your life.

Still haunted and chastened by the Puritan work ethic, our culture doesn’t much believe in convalescing, in full recovery. No matter what happens in our lives — a grave illness, a wrenching divorce, a death in the family — the unspoken understanding is that we should want to rush back into the game. Like an old-time quarterback who has had one concussion too many, we are expected to stagger back onto the field no matter what.

He uses the terms “recovery” and “recuperation” to differentiate between physical healing and regaining a full life.  I’ve written about how long recovery can take a lot, as a quick search of my posts revealed.

And, as we come up on my two year surgery anniversary, recovery is still on my mind.  And I’m sure I will have more to say about recovery.  For now, though, go read what Dana Jennings had to say in it’s entirety.  I’ll close by quoting another part of his article.

After surgery and treatment, my 21st-century synapses and neurons wanted to believe that the cancer had been no more than a bump in the road toward a bright future — just a particularly nasty frost heave.

But the deepest analog part of me understood that having cancer was a life-changing event. As much as I thought I wanted to forge ahead, surge into the whirlwind of dailiness, I needed to slow way down.

The scar on my gut might have faded a bit — I had indeed recuperated — but I still needed to recover.