I have lived another year, it is not my birthday on 8th July it was the first anniversary of my by-pass operation. Is it a milestone or millstone across my chest.

The scar is still red and raised it appears like I have an earthworm attached between my mammory glands image

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I have had numerous suggestions on how to make it less visible:
Cover it -do not wear low cut tops
Bathe topless – sunshine is good for healing
Bio oils – rub in
Vitamin E oil- buy best capsules you can, burst a capsule rub in the oil and take one also

 

Recently I read an article by Robin Korth called the Naked Truth where she talks about a man’s reaction to her aging body. I quote

“As I looked in the mirror — clear-eyed and brave — I claimed every inch of my body with love, honor and deep care. This body is me. She has held my soul and carried my heart for all of my days. Each wrinkle and imperfection is a badge of my living and of my giving of life. With tears in my eyes, I hugged myself close. I said thank you to God for the gift of my body and my life. And I said thank you to a sad man named Dave for reminding me of how precious it all is.”

I believe I have earned my scars, wear them do not cover them, it does not upset me and I am not going to spend money on buying clothes to suit you. Look away. Number two well hum. Bio oil has caused allergic reactions and had no effect on my carotid scar, so I am sticking with Vitamin E, literally and time, scars do fade and change with time.

Am I back to me? Are you well? You look so much better!
I could write a whole book on words – sentences not to say to people who are ill or convalescing. Simple rule do not tell me – ask me how I am, then try and listen or the conversation is over. Let us talk weather, soccer or the latest book.

Well no, I am not me not the one you new two years ago, I am like my house, we have torn bits out of it, created new better spaces, the snag list is long and new problems, needing renewal an repair raise their heads. I mean to say in the foundations and walks of me, that you know I am creating, building and renovating me, as I am today. Within the mess an chaos I transmute into an iteration of the me I want or hope to be.

They talk about post-traumatic disorder for soldiers but they now also recognise it for people going through cancers and other illnesses. You wake up in intensive care after the operation the trick is knowing and living with the body and person who you wake up as, learning as a child does what this body can do, what the mind an heart can comprehend. The best advice I can give is give yourself a hug and say thank you to your spirit guide, God whatever that you have that extra year(s).
Live large my friends.