It’s been 6 years since I had a liver resection as I have previously mentioned. My body has healed but yet still graced with a nice size scar along with little scars from draining of the fluid buildup in my belly. It’s hard to believe I was able to patiently go through that season.
Don’t get me wrong, I was no brave cat at all. I spent most of my days crying and scared. I was scared of the needles, scared of my body slowly and painfully fading away to the grave, scared of not having to be present for my children and husband. I was straight up terrified!
Back to the scars. So here I am, standing in front of my mirror staring at the scars that grace my entire belly and I know it’s hard to take in.
As a married person, we must agree that it’s pretty…
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