When I was a small child, I didn't even realize that I had a scar...I thought I was just like everyone else. When I was around seven or so, someone pointed it out at recess and asked about it. From that moment forward I was OVERLY aware of it. I did not wear shirts that dipped in the neck at all. When I was in high school I even sought our prom/ball gowns that would cover my scar.
As I got older it started to matter less and less, as all things like that do. Especially after my second surgery (Six Years Ago this coming Friday) I would say that I started to almost feel proud of it. It reminds me how LUCKY I am to be alive and how precious life is. I wear ANYTHING I want now. People may stare occasionally, but it really doesn't bother me. I have had only one person approach me in my adult life. A man, at the beach, said: "I see you are a fellow member of the zipper club". I smiled at him and said: "sure am!" I think he wanted to swap war stories or something...but I don't like to talk about it too much. Spark is really the only place that I am very vocal about it at all!
As corny as it sounds I don't really have fears about treatment or surgery. I have peace and confidence. God got me this far, and if he intends for me to keep going he will make sure it happens. I am confident in my doctors and all of the leaps and bounds in technology in my lifespan. I appreciate the discoveries and developments that have brought me this far and am excited to see what the future holds!
| current weight: 162.4