I read some of the emails and something occured to me. The problem we face with surgery is external as well as internal. Internally by far the most important to our existance, but externally was a hard thing for me to face too.
I remember after my first "vertical" laparatomy, the scar... (I call my extra bum crack) .. was difficult to come to terms with.
I know it sounds vain. And the most important thing is that I do get the chance to talk about this, but still, it's a form of deformation and I lost my self confidence over it.
Looking at myself in the mirror is a quick process for me. Flash Trace they call me LOL I don't like agonizing over it anymore, but it did take quite awhile to come to terms with my human road maps. I have a highway to paradise I tell my Nik *giggles*
So... here is a poem depicting the struggle with those "scars" that make us all unique. I know that No-one has a scar that looks like mine ;-)) It's me, and I just wanted to share that with y'all ;-))
Keep strong everyone ;-)) Your pain pal Trace xo
Tell me of your scars and how they make up what is you.
Tell me all your groovies;
say you want mine too.
Say you treasure having me
beyond the skies above.
Say that I'm the only one --
tell me of your love.
Tell me that no other half
could ever make you whole.
Tell me that you love me.
Say you want my soul.
Say that you have looked around
and I suit you just fine.
Say that you need look no more --
tell me you are mine.