I talked to the surgeon yesterday. And though I still don’t know when the actual surgery will take place, he gave me a little more information. I have Papillary Thyroid Cancer – which is the best kind of the best kind of cancer. However, several things in my neck have been affected and they will have to remove my thyroid and many lymph nodes.
The scar will be very large.
I will gladly take it.
We all have scars. Some from childhood (I have one on my left thigh from crashing my bike into a barbed wire fence in the 3rd grade). Some from adulthood (I have a few that I’m quite proud of because they are reminders of my girls coming into the world). Some physical, some emotional, all with their fair share of pain.
I love to hear stories about how people got their scars – and as long as they aren’t too gross, I like to see them. I don’t like ALL the gory details, but I do like to hear how they got them.
Gerron has a scar on his forehead. He would never tell me how he got it. He finally told me after we got married – it was like a little gift for me. Ha! (It’s not even that interesting of a story, but he says he got lots of dates because he kept it a mystery.)
What scars do you have? And are they reminders of pain, or reminders of healing?
I will choose the latter.