The trials

This morning I was in the hospital, a week after the surgery, for the check-up visit with the doctor who operated on me.

«Good morning Madam, well, tell me how you feel? Any pains?»

«Good morning Doctor, pains are going away and I guess I feel good. My wounds are tiring a bit, I can hardly sit down, but anyway I’m happy. It went well!»

«Well, I’m glad hearing you always positive, now it’s just a matter of making a good recovery by following the therapy I prescribed. Emotionally speaking, how are you experiencing this? Because I remind you we have a team of psychologists available who collaborate with our department and who could always support you in this time of change …»

«Doctor, I have to confess that I’ve always been afraid of feeling less after the surgery …. less valid …. less feminine …. less woman! But nothing has changed from this point of view inside me. I cannot perceive that feeling of emptiness, where the house of life was located, because that house of life was taking my life away. I understood being stubborn was not the solution but only a simple way to procrastinate the right choice to make.»

«Well I have to say, you had already given to yourself so many possibilities, so young and so many surgery behind you, you’ll feel better and better from now on, I can tell you. Take it easy, there are so many possibilities to build other houses if you wish, even if not where you had imagined it.»

«Thank you Doctor! Thanks for your help.»

I leave the clinic a bit confused, I still haven’t asked to myself many questions.

“Honestly speaking?”

I really don’t know how I feel!

“Relieved? …. no, maybe free? No no … wait … maybe it’s just full of ailments right now … but I’m so happy to have made it this time too … that …. I feel like crying and I’m tired of wearing that super heroine costume. I want to be able to experience my frailties too.”

So as I am about to leave the hospital, I decide this is the perfect place to give this suit to someone else. I’m looking for an open locker to hang it and I see one with the badge “lost items”. I think it’s the perfect place to leave it, maybe someone lost hope. I open the door and do you want to know what I found in there?

Many other costumes similar to mine, with different initials!

“Go figure… now I have the evidence, the world is full of super heroes, ordinary men and women, like me, who try to survive as best as they can, arming themselves only with courage and determination.”

Humans no humanoids!

And now? Who says it to Marvel?