The first scar I remember getting was in a car accident. I hit my eye on the metal box holding up the seat in our big SUV. My dad had a plastic surgeon repair the damage and minimize the remaining scar, you can hardly see it.
I have many little scars from my growing up years. I had a temper tantrum as a teenager and slammed my foot in the door, not my brightest moment. I have burns, scrapes and cuts. I can tell you a story for each one!
When I was only 26 weeks pregnant my daughter decided it was time to be born, she has been impatient since. Because of the urgent situation and her tiny 2 pound 5 oz body they had to do an emergency C-Section to save her life. I have a bikini line scar to show for it. I would have gladly taken any size or shape of scar to save her life. Another C-Section blessed me with the birth of my youngest son.
At 25 pre-cancer cells created the need for a hysterectomy and that bikini line scar was opened once again. I started to joke that they should put in a zipper. A year and a half later an ovary burst and they opened the same scar, yet again. Then when I thought I was done with all of that and relieved that all of these surgeries had all been done through the same scar. I was humbled yet again, when my second ovary grew to the size of a softball and gave me a huge cancer scare. Many Doctors were in the room as I got a new scar from my belly button to my bikini line. This scar gave me definitive proof that I did not have cancer, not a bad price to pay.
I don’t mind the scars, they tell my story. Each one came at a price and usually came with a reward. I have learned that it’s the scars that we can’t see that cut the deepest and create the most problems. The emotional scars of losing a loved one or watching somebody go through a devastating illness are so much worse. You can’t put a band-aid on them, you can’t wear them with pride, and you aren’t even sure how deep the scar goes until somebody pushes on it and you find out it hasn’t healed yet. I haven’t learned to like these scars yet, I wonder if I ever will?
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