I have gone on until you guys are sick of hearing it about how much I love my surgeon, Dr. Nestor Veitia. He is solely responsible for getting me through my non-compliance after some of my own surgeries, and he’s given up way more time in dedication to my recovery than I should have been entitled to.
Today, my mom is undergoing surgery. She’s been through a lot over the past few years, including multiple hospitalizations, serious infections, and, if I’m honest, times when we were told she might not make it at all. But this surgery might give her back more of the independence she lost through the ordeal of the last three years. It might give her the courage to get back out and try more of the things she lost the ability – or the desire – to do as she has battled back to where she is now.
Something that has gotten me through my own surgeries and medical emergencies in the past couple of years is this quote by author Chris Cleave – “A scar does not form on the dying. A scar means I survived.”
Today, I am thankful for my surgeon and the surgeon who is skillfully operating on my mom today. But more than the surgeons, I am thankful for the scars. They mean that I – and my mom – survived.