This week, I challenge you to show us your scars. Scars can be physical or emotional, they can be a reminder of something good or a warning against repeating past actions. They are often (like most experiences) great teachers. If it’s a physical scar, tell us how you got it, if you learned anything from the experience, and what you think of when you see it. If it’s an emotional scar, how did you come by it and what has it taught you? Faye at Summit Musings is the hostess for August 24, 2009! Please check with her for next week’s assignment!
Okay, it’s scary, I know. The first thing you see besides the belly is of course the scar. It’s not the only one, but it is the ugliest. That was the appendix fiasco of 2005. 10 days and one surgery later, a gash and a poke hole for a drain, a metric butt ton of antibiotics (yes, that is a technical term), and the technical term ‘soup’ for what my appendix had become, I ended up with this… you can see the stretch marks too. They spanned above and below the belly button during my 9th month of pregnancy and are slowly fading. The appendix scar got lighter due to the skin stretching out. I happen to think that we learn a lot from scars, or at least how we got them, and that they serve as a reminder. So what does mine tell me? It tells me to listen to my body. It was a great reminder during my pregnancy to do everything my body would let me do and only what it could do. It was a great reminder to do everything possible to avoid surgery (which didn’t help in the slightest), because I wanted to be able to hold my baby and I didn’t think I could if I had surgery. It was a threshold of pain to which I couldn’t imagine going, let alone facing again. It was a great reminder to speak up for myself and my child. Now? It’s just another reminder of just how damn tough I actually am. I’ve survived 2 surgeries, and faced death, perhaps not face to face, but definitely in the same room. Every once in a while this scar pulls, and it reminds me to stop and really live.
I can’t show my C Section scar, as it is below the belt line. I have scars on my knees from bike accidents, on my face from chicken pox, and probably on every other body part. You’ll have to glean my emotional scars from the rest of my writing. I’m sure they poke through here and there.