It started with a ruptured appendix when I was 17. Three (and a half) surgeries and 6 weeks later I was released from the hospital with this set of scars. I had a series of infections that wouldn’t go away, and each operation after the main one was an attempt to root them out. 12 points of entry. The wounds had to heal “open” to allow for infections to work their way out. I used to just tell people I was bitten by a shark. I don’t often go shirtless, but it’s more because I’m embarrassed of my love handles than my scars.
My 12 year old daughter (not pictured) sports a series of overlapping heart surgery scars that run the length of her sternum. We go together well. If only her mom had gotten a vertical cesarean, we would all match.
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