As for the healing post surgery, I am doing pretty well. I refuse to see my scar as a "blemish" or something that needs to be hidden by a turtleneck (granted turtlenecks are of the devil, but thats another topic). I am seeing my scar as God's faithfulness to me, His omnipotent timing, and a promise that my job on earth is not finished. Remembering that makes all the stares okay.
My surgery has also taught me that I tend to rely on myself a lot more then I should. It is ever humbling to need help buttoning pants, or calling to my dad when I had turned myself into an awkward position and could not move out of it. (thanks dad!) I am glad that those days of physically needing someone to do little tasks are over, but am trying to keep close in mind the lessons of that "storm."
