Scars

I am sad today.

I realized after stepping out of the shower that I am losing my scars.

Most people view scars negatively, but my scars represent something different.  My scars represent life, love and sacrifice.  My scar is nothing compared to his giant gash that runs the length of his abdomen…but they are my own.  They tell a story, they invite conversation and encourage awareness… they are my scars.

Because the Nephrectomy (kidney transplant) was done laproscopically I had one small Csection type incision above my pubic bone and three even smaller incisions on my left side from the sugical instruments.  Although I encouraged healthy and quick healing of my wounds… I still secretly wished they would form large easily noticable scars.  I wanted them to be seen.  I wanted people to notice them and ask questions. Then I got pregnant and throughout the pregnancy I was horribly sick and didnt gain much weight until the end.  At this point, although I didnt want anything to happen to my scars, I paid little attention to their condition because I was more concerned with the health of the baby.  Everything turned out fine and I hadn’t even taken the time to check on my scars after she was born either.  But suddenly today I decided to see….and they were gone!

Not really gone, but almost non existant, unless you are directly in front of me with a light on or something.  My once noticable scars were fading away.  This makes me sad because I had hoped I would have a little more time, me and my scars….   Someone advised me that my skin is trying to adjust to no longer being pregnant and that in a month or two my scars will be back, but we will see….we will see.

Here is a poem I found, although it is about csection scars, for the most part this poem seems to be rather fitting for the occasion.  My scars were a badge of honor. My scars made me proud. My scars told a story, a story about life, love and sacrifice.  My scars…Oh how I will miss you…

SCARS                                by Cindy Bredwell

“Ever time I dress I look at the marks. The purples, the reds, and the darken grays. I shower and I watch the suds run down them. I remember every cut that made them and every stitch that sewed them shut. The pain that exploded underneath them and the fire that caused them to burn.

Would I change it? Not for a million dollars. They are the marks of my womanhood, the marks of my motherhood, and the marks of my strength. I admire them, I worship them, I trace them with my finger tips just to feel the power that they hold. To be amazed how each scar can offer such life changing events. To switch your paths of destiny in a blink of an eye and a sweep of a blade.

You can see a persons life within each and every one of them. To see the pain and passion they have overcome. To see the offerings they have brought to this earth to make it a better place. Most look and see just ugly markings. Only the open eyes and mind can see the truth and spirit behind each line. That is where the storys are and that is where you can find the only truths. “

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3 Comments (+add yours?)

  1. Barry Benecke II
    Sep 02, 2010 @ 10:11:37

    Rabecca, sadly my scars are fading too. I wear them like a badge of honor, a badge of sacrifice, something that helped extend the life of another. I still see a little bit of my scar, as well as the three holes that look like the ones you had too.

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  2. Adrianna
    Sep 02, 2010 @ 19:09:54

    I won’t assume I can understand the sadness of this since I have nothing to relate to.. but hmm.. I’ve got nothing. It did remind me however of my friends friend and how he got a tattoo of stitches to remember someone

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    • spunkysalymander
      Sep 03, 2010 @ 03:37:02

      you know. i considered it, but its a sensitive area lol. im not sure I could do it there. I wanted to get the ribbon or something over where my left kidney USED to be, but I think my tree was hard enough lol I just dont know….

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