After three years of suffering with sciatica, I’m grateful to be able to lie down without the stabbing jolt of lightning-hot pain searing through my right buttock and down my leg, ankle, and foot. The simple pleasure of resting comfortably with legs outstretched is suddenly a miracle. Yet, the back surgery I had to take the pressure off the nerve did not come without a price. Two weeks after surgery, I returned to work, bouncy and overjoyed with myself, only to develop a nasty infection; the setback cost me two more weeks of discomfort, anxiety, and medical bills, and it dug into my precious annual leave. It also gave me time to rest, reflect, and meditate.