How far would you go?
When the appointment was made for my operation I thought it was going to be a routine affair in and out in a couple of hours. In the event I was only discharged from the hospital at midnight the night before a big pitch and was left with a huge gaping wound that was impossible to seal with the dressings provided.
The day of the pitch, my left arm was still paralysed from the operation, stopping me from driving.
Though I refused to cancel. I was stubborn, but this was a major pitch and the surgical operation I'd had the day before wasn't going to hinder it. Once the decision was made, it felt a bit like a parachute jump: you can't opt-out once you're falling at 32 feet per second.