Stitches

I am at home recovering from my last reconstruction surgery and I’d be lying if I told you it’s been going great. I don’t know what it is, but when I am in pain, I get down in the dumps, but reading and writing seem to help me out of the slump… so here it goes.

Do you have a friend that seems accident prone- needing stitches or a cast on an annual basis? If you don’t, I’d gladly fill that void for you.

As a child, I never broke a bone or required stitches… I was honestly jealous of the kids that got the cool battle wounds from a tubing accident or a wipe out on roller blades. I thought they were hard core. A bad-ass.

Now I’m 32, and I have so many scars from battle wounds. Well, honestly, only some are battle wounds- my foot: melanoma, my breasts: breast cancer, c-sections: motherhood. Yup, bad ass status achieved. You can call me, Stitches.

I actually came up with that nickname after I had a lump removed from the back of my neck, which yes, required more stitches. (Life is too short to take so seriously all the time.) Don’t worry folks, it was benign.

I do have other scars, some are just not visible to the naked eye:

When we received my breast cancer diagnosis, I opted for genetic counseling and testing because I do not know my “dad’s” family history. While we were waiting for the genetic testing results, my mom found my “dad”. Long story short, he didn’t want any contact with me… It’s fine. It’s totally fine. #REJECTED. More stitches. Sure his rejection will probably always subconsciously bother me and perhaps it explains some other feelings but it also gave me a closer relationship with my mother and gave me so many memories with my grandma and grandpa.

All of the stitches I have- internally and externally are making me into a masterpiece. I am uniquely and beautifully made. All of the stitches are a memory. A reminder. I am a bad-ass. I can do anything. I am strong. I am a warrior. I have so much to be grateful for.

Each and every diagnosis and suture has led me to new experiences, new friendships and a new outlook. In darkness there is light, it’s within us, we just need to be brave and find it.

Love and Hugs,

Sara

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