scars.

i've got a little scar on my chin from where i busted it on the kitchen counter. i slipped trying to jump up on said counter to reach the upper cabinets to get a snack. 

there's a scar on my knee from one or more bike riding accidents.

i've got a scar on my heart from when i miscarried our first baby.

i've got a c-section scar from when our Little Dude was born.  that one is definitely my favorite.

there are a few scars in my brain from high school. 

i've got a couple of scars from getting my port where chemo and other meds are given.  a tiny one on my neck where the tube was inserted into my vein and another about 2 inches long, right below my clavicle where the "pokey part" of the port is.

and now i have scars where "the girls" used to be.  2 really big, ugly scars.  7 small scars where the drains were after surgery. 

at first, i just didn't look at them much.  then i looked at them and really HATED them.  hated them for what they meant.  hated them for reminding me that i have cancer.  hated them for making me...less than.  not "normal".  not healthy.  

now i have a different attitude.  now when i look at them i see struggle.  i see fight.  i see the hardest thing i've EVER had to do.  i see strength.  i see triumph.  i see a SURVIVOR.