Fun Monday: Scars

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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.

HPIM0918I 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.

11 Comments

  1. I am so sorry, I just saw this and I am so late I am not able to put up a post, this would have been a good one for me, I have plenty of scars. Maybe I could post and then put a picture later, why not, count me in

  2. Wow! That sounds like quite an ordeal. Bursting appendix are not good! Stretch marks? What stretch marks? Hehe! Mine are far worse than those! LOL! I went ahead and totally cheated. So far behind with posts that I kind of blended them together. You did say I could use emotional right?

  3. OMG you have quite a lot of scars compared to me, I only have one from the ceserian I had 36 years ago, but it’s very small and very well done.

  4. You are one lucky girl…my Dad died of bursted appendix at the age of 35. They have come a long way since then. I was 7 years old and I remember the pain he was in holding his side. Thanks for sharing and Happy FM

  5. I believe you’re a very tough young woman, Jill. Or at least that’s what I read as a thread that goes through your blog. You’re a survivor and great protector of your little family, it seems. Now I’m poking fun at myself for not being willing to show a scar on my leg of all places. Oh vanity!

  6. I forgot I had to come and sign up with Mr Linky-stupid me. You are very brave to show a picture of your scar. The emotional scars are difficult to write about.

  7. I finally got my post up…

    I tried to take pictures of my various scars but none of them came out well… I mentioned my c-section, but forgot my vaccines and my gallbladder surgery scars. My belly is quite the map of my life now!

    I think that if you have any kind of life, you have some scars. Some you can see, some you can’t.

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